#plus she has honey's little flowers around her face

[totaltrauma]

Oh, I'm not sure if anyone caught the OHSHC reference? But there are several times in the anime where a text box pops up that reads "In the theatre of Tamaki's mind" and I recreated it for Dove.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Princess Treatment (Minatozaki Sana x Reader)

Smut, fluff

Early birthday smut for Sana because inspiration struck so why not, pillow princess sana, soft sex

Your girlfriend, Sana, had always reminded you of royalty, from her features to her mannerisms, Sana was an elegant woman. The nickname “Princess” came very easily, and of course Sana loved it, she adored being pampered and being complimented every second. Plus it doesn’t hurt she was a self proclaimed pillow princess, which you didn’t mind after all you just want her to be happy.

Especially tonight, her birthday, she had left early in the morning having to work unfortunately and you urged her to go out to dinner with her friends like she wanted, insisting you’ll have your own little celebration when she gets home.

It was now 7:30, Sana has texted you that she’d be home soon. You were setting out a little cake and chocolate covered strawberries you had bought earlier along with some flowers and a little bag from her favorite jewelry store that holds a new necklace she couldn’t stop talking about. You can hear the shutting of a car door indicating she was home, she enters your home wearing a light pink dress highlighting her features and necklaces with diamonds (most that you had bought for her), her honey colored hair fell onto to her shoulders framing her face perfectly. Setting her keys and purse on the side table by the door, she turns to look for you when your arms wrap around her from behind and pulling her close making the your girl squeal a bit in surprise.

“Hi Princess.” You whisper in her ear, “Happy birthday.”

You can see a smile take over her entire face, turning in your arms to look at you.

“Thank you, baby.” She whispers back before pulling you into a kiss, soft at first but turns passionate, though you’re quick to stop that. You know her, she likes a bit of teasing and foreplay and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

“I got something for you.” You say excitedly when you pull away, the smile on your girlfriends face even bigger somehow as you grab her hand and drag her behind you to your dining table, Sana’s heels tap loudly on the floor as she walks with you. First you hand her the flowers, pink roses, which she immediately lifts up to take a sniff of before they’re taken and replaced by the bag. Sana believes you enjoy her birthday more than her which may be true, your eyes shining with excitement as she opens her gift. Her eyes widen as she open the box inside, a necklace with little diamonds decorating it, her mouth opens but words don’t leave for a moment.

“Baby…” She starts, “This is way too much.”

“Well, you kept saying how much you wanted it.” You step closer to her, though her eyes are still fixated on the necklace.

“I can’t take this, it’s way too expensive for a birthday present.” She insists as to goes to close the box and put it back in the bag, but she’s stopped by you taking the box instead.

“Anything for you, princess.” Your fingers lift her chin to look at you, “turn around” she follows the direction as you take the necklace from its box, settling it around her neck and locking the clasp before grabbing her shoulders so she faces you again. The necklace layers above the others, it’s thin but compliments the two resting on her neck already, your mission to show your lovers worth and elegance, “You look so pretty baby.”

Once again she captures your lips in a passionate kiss, this time more eager and your resolve is thinner but you pull away anyways.

“Let’s have some cake.” You tell her, turning around to grab the plates you had already put on the table and cutting a small piece of cake for each of you.

Sana takes a seat next to you, going to grab a fork which you move out of her reach and instead opting to bring yours up to her mouth. Princess’ shouldn’t feed themselves anyways, you’d gladly be the one feeding her grapes off the vine in one of those old movies. A delighted moan leaves her mouth at the taste, it was her favorite after all.

“You’re too good to me.” She says, eyes closed in bliss as she eats the cake.

You answer raising a strawberry to her lips which she graciously takes a bite out of.

“I don’t know if I love you or this food more right now.” Sana jokes, the same sweet smile on her face as always.

Your finger steals some frosting off the cake, bringing it to your own mouth to taste but your girlfriend hand wraps around your wrist and brings it to her lips instead. Tongue swirling around the tip of your finger to clean it off, and leaving it in her mouth a moment too long for it to be innocent. Sana isn’t stupid, she knows you’re teasing her and building up her anticipation but that doesn’t mean she can’t have her own little fun.

“Can we go to bed?” She asks, a normal question but there’s a hidden desperation that only you can catch.

“Mm, first, I set up a bath. Just need to add water.”

You stand up to go to the bathroom, leaving Sana sitting with a small pout but she gets up to follow you. Making it to the bathroom where you’re already just in your pants, filling the tub she leans on the doorframe. The scent of essential oils and bath salts fill her nose while little unscented candles line the bathroom while there’s little petals and bubbles in the water.

“All this for me?” She says making you turn to her, smiling at the other.

“Just treating my princess the way she deserves.” You say walking up to her to grab her hands and pulls her fully into the bathroom.

You walk around her and unclasp the few necklaces on her neck, carefully setting them down on the counter beside you before moving to unzip the satin dress and letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in her lacy pink panties which you’d honestly barely classify as underwear. Standing in front of the mirror, you wrap your arms around her with your head on her shoulder.

“Look, you’re so pretty.” Sana meets your eyes in the mirror, a blush spreading on her face.

You then move to be in front of her before dropping onto your knees, pulling her “underwear” down so they’re on the floor. Moving to her heels you unbuckle them and set them off to the side, making sure the girl didn’t have to do any work.

Now standing at eye level you unashamedly check her out before ridding yourself of the rest of your clothes and pulling by the hand to the bath, stepping in first and telling her to sit between your legs. With her back to your front and head rolling back to rest on your shoulder, she sighs contentedly. You can’t help but look down to her with a smile, adoration evident on your face.

“Stop staring.” She slightly opens one eye to peak at you.

“You’re just so pretty.” Sealing your words with a kiss.

Your hands, which were originally resting on her stomach moves to her thighs rubbing up and down causing more sighs from the girl. Giving in slightly you leave feathery kisses on her neck and lips, a couple bites here and there for a few minutes while she whines below you.

“Please.” Sana whispers, finally voicing her need for you, willing to ditch the comforting warm water.

“Let’s dry off first, yeah?”

Sana doesn’t answer before eagerly standing and getting out of the tub, grabbing the hanging towel which you’re quick to snatch from her once again not letting her lift a finger today. You use the towel to dry her off first, though you purposely let your hands run against her skin with the cloth leaving goosebumps in their path.

“Wait for me on the bed. Sit, don’t lay down.” You tell her with a kiss.

Sana runs off a bit too quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving you to dry off. You put your sweat pants back on but stay shirtless before joining her in your room, where she’s patiently sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sit behind her leaving some room, putting your hands on her shoulders you start to massage them a bit causing some relieved moans from Sana.

“You work so hard, my love. Let me take care of you.” You whisper in her ear as you move her hair to the side so your hands can press into her back.

“Fuck” Sana gasps under her breath when your fingers rub out the knots in her lower back

This continued for a few minutes until you had enough of hearing the little noises she’s making at your fingers, so you leaned in and replaced your hands on her shoulders with your lips leaving light kisses on her shoulder blades and down her back a bit. Sana’s breathing picks up and she’s moaning for different reasons, your hands slide to play with her chest, moving your lips to the side of her neck leaving a small purple mark to highlight the jewelry you got her earlier.

“Want me to touch you pretty girl?” You ask her when she starts pressing her thighs together.

“Please.”

“Lay down.”

She lays back immediately spreading her legs so you can slot yourself between them, face to face with her and lips touching ever so slightly. Hands caressing her thighs.

“Anything you want tonight.” You tell her

“This might be the best part of my gift.”

“I can return the necklace then?”

“You’d have to kill me first.” She says feigning seriousness, making you laugh before kissing her, and for the first time tonight when she deepens it you comply.

Forcing her lips apart with your tongue to explore her mouth causing her to whimper into your mouth.

“How do you want me?” You ask when you pull away, breathing heavily. Sana’s mind explodes at this, you being so willing to do anything to please her and take care of her.

“Fingers first, I need to see your face.”

“As you wish, princess.”

Your hand that was on her thigh is now moving to her center, you don’t tease anymore, you know she’s been anticipating this all day. You weren’t exactly subtle in your hints at what your “celebration” was, and your thoughts are confirmed when your fingers draw a line from her entrance up to her clit where you stop to make slow circles.

“Oh, princess. So wet. Sorry you had to wait so long.”

Sana can’t answer, not in words at least though she’s rich in whimpers and whines as your fingers speed up their circles.

“More.” She finally makes out, lifting her hips in hopes of getting more pressure.

Without hesitation you push two fingers inside her, moving them slowly at first to give her time to adjust.

“You’re doing so good baby.” You sing praises in her ear, looking down to her face that is flushed mouth open slightly as sounds leave it, tears falling from the corners of her eyes from the amount of pleasure she’s feeling.

“Faster. Please.”

You follow her every request, she is the birthday girl after all.

Sana’s hands find your hair, pulling you to kiss her or more so make out with her. Saliva getting all over both of your faces, and lips becoming swollen. Sana only pulls away when shes about to reach her climax, mouth opening and hanging there.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Please.” Her words are desperate though it’s been clear she doesn’t need to beg, but she had a reputation as your good girl.

“Come on, princess. You can do it. Cum for me.”

You reach a comforting hand to her face which she leans into as she cums, louder high pitched moans leaving her mouth. After she rides out her orgasm, you reach your fingers previously inside of her to her mouth using the thumb already resting on her cheek to pull her mouth open before pushing the fingers between her lips mirroring her earlier actions as she cleans your fingers clean off.

“Taste good baby?” You ask when her mouth is free.

“Mm” Sana’s mind is fuzzy and she can’t even comprehend speaking.

“Can I taste you?”

The girl underneath you nods quickly, graciously taking any pleasure you give her. You shift so you’re on your stomach between her legs, one arm looping around her thigh with a grip that could leave a mark and the other going to intertwine your fingers with hers while she tangles her free hand in your hair.

After a few minutes her thighs are littered with purple marks and indents from your teeth, though you make sure to sooth them all with a little kiss. Sana’s mind spins even more somehow and she contemplates begging you to put your mouth on her but as if you read her mind you lick at her center only once though before leaving a kiss on her clit.

“You taste so good princess.”

“You said you wouldn’t tease.” Sana whines, and you could hear the pout on her lips as her hand that’s resting on your head moves you to her center again.

At the first sign of dissatisfaction you immediately lean back in, leaving little licks, moaning at her taste and sending vibrations through her.

“Feels so good.” Her words are mostly to herself, a whispered whine, her manicured hand leaving your hair to go to her chest squeezing at the skin. The brunettes body shakes in overstimulation still sensitive from her previous orgasm. You can’t help but push two fingers into her so you can hear more of the little noises leaving her and feel her tighten around you once more. Sana’s back lifts off the mattress and her moans turn into strangled cries as the pleasure takes over her body.

“Oh m- I-“ She stumbles over the sentence she’s tries to get out.

“Cum in my mouth princess.” You mumble against her pussy and quicken your fingers though you remove them when she cums in order to taste all of her, releasing onto your tongue.

Her thighs squeeze your head as she rides out the high, she pushes your head away with a whine as she rests limply on the mattress. You come up to meet her face again, her eyes are close and her face is flushed with a few tears streaking through her make up which you wipe away with your thumbs.

“You okay Princess?” You ask as you kiss her cheeks making her nod her head.

“Sleep with me.” She opens her arms as an invitation to lay with, Sana is fast asleep after you cuddle up to her.

“Goodnight princess.” You whisper to her sleeping figure, “Happy birthday.”

[gladiatorcunt]

- JOYRIDE / VIII.

i drink the honey inside your hive

cw: kinktober prompt (daddy kink), southern florist president’s secret child!reader x secret service agent!toji, reader has a vagina, tits used to refer to your chest, age gap (toji is 47 and reader’s early-mid 20’s), dad bf type shit, willing to expand on this, hints of political intrigue and fictional plots, toji x your mom mention, implied and eventual betrayal (not of reader), typical politician behavior, parental neglect & it’s consequences, anal & lack of proper anal prep, dirty talk, light pet play, arguable one sided incest role play & possible actual incest, plus sized!reader, gun play mention, underlying mental health issues, mention of itafushi, flower language, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“There. After nearly breaking my back, the seeds are all planted, finally.”

You'd like to be buried under this magnolia tree, it would be a pretty funeral. Black outfits against the white backdrop of rare winter snow. You have big dreams for this sapling, clearly, as unassuming and drab as it appears freshly planted in the soil of your garden. The ones you’re mom took care of are all gone, maybe they got up and walked after her to somewhere on the horizon. If it doesn’t get so hot the state gets put under another burn ban next summer, this little thing should grow into a beautiful thing that obviously showcases how not depressed you are.

Could a depressed person cope with grief by growing a new life? Well, you wouldn’t know, coping isn’t on your to-do list for a long time if ever. What’s the point of getting better when you’re just going to feel bad again?

Whatever, you shake your head and head back into the shop, you have bills to pay and moping around won’t do anything to help with them. Since you live in a pretty small town, it’s a slow day like always. That is until a tough looking man steps in through the door, opening it and making the bell ding.

His loud sports car is still on and roaring outside, a bright yellow Alfa Romeo 4C.

The man notices your wandering eye and smirks, “You like it, doll? Didn’t take you for someone who’d be interested in cars.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s cool. Must have cost you a lot.”

“Nah. I bought it off one of my buddies at work, fixed it up myself. Well, me and my son’s boyfriend that is. You lookin’ to get somethin’ like that for yourself?”

You’re not really on the market for one, no, because it’s loud as hell and practically rumbling in your ear. You rub it off and ask him what he wants, forgetting some of your politeness, but this man doesn’t seem like he’d care if you spit in his face and kicked him in the balls.

“I’m not from around here.” He rasps and adjusts his sunglasses, leaning one heavy arm on the counter and cocking his hip out, “DC, actually. I’m lookin’ for somebody. You could call it confidential business.”

You hum and narrow your eyes, “Unless that confidential business involves a funeral or getting out of the doghouse with somebody, I can’t help you.”

Suddenly you remember your mother telling you about a big shot politician that knocked her up with you, how he hid you both away when she told him she was pregnant. Your mother was down on her luck 16 year old diner girl, and apparently the politician knew all too well how to use and discard her. The money was enough for your mom to give up her dreams and keep you in this town. When you’ve lived so long without what you think you should, you’re fine to obsessively make sure you never go without again.

He’s the president now anyway, even more reason to make sure you’re the bug that stays squashed under the rock.

The man with the mouth scar notices and decides to drop the act, sighing and taking out his gun. He doesn’t shoot you, just scratches underneath his chin with the puzzle and pointedly makes eye contact with you.

“Okay, let’s cut the shit. My name’s Toji Fushiguro, and I know that you’re who I'm after just as much as you know why i’m here, so why don’t ya just appreciate that y’r old man wants you back and come with me?”

You grit your teeth but you know there’s only one way this interaction is going to end is with you getting in the passenger seat of this nutjob’s car. He watches you shut everything off in the shop and leave a message for the only other employee, asking them to take over until you can come back. He’s a gigantic wolf, tall and silent in the corner, keeping his eyes constantly on his prey. Toji’s never let a bunny or prickly house cat out of his sight in his entire career, but in his current line of work it’s at least legal. Essentially.

“Pretty flowers ya got here.” He says, prolonging your unease. “Maybe his office could use some of these, dull ass beige box that it is.”

Your lips quirk up despite the awful situation, “Yeah I guess. The camellias are new, but hellebores are my favorites, I think. Not many people are into flowers this time of year, but I don’t have anything else to do.”

Toji nods, leading you out of the shop with a hand at the small of your back and oddly content to let you stress babble.

“I’m nowhere near good enough to do arrangements for the White House anyway, regardless of who’s sitting all cozy in it.” You spit and bite one of your nails, nipping at a piece of a hangnail. “Probably’d just throw some buttercups, yellow carnations, orange lillies on the floor, a bit of aconite in there too.”

You know that the agent corralling you into his car doesn’t have a damn clue what you’re talking about, but he seems at ease the more you relax into the leather car seat.

You make yourself fall asleep when he puts the car into drive and speeds down the street.

You’ve been in DC for about a week now, without ever actually meeting your dad of course but you’ve met plenty of his staff after Toji introduced you. He’s a secret service agent, who was given the special task of watching over the president’s only child, you can tell he’s not that happy about it.

Probably not as much action as there’d be in his usual position, you’re very willing to go with their plans of you laying low and staying inside most of the time. You’re still so confused, none of this makes any sense at all. You’ve lived your whole life without being involved in any of this but it’s only when your mother’s dead and your father can’t ignore you anymore that he wants to claim you?

It’s all another move in the game towards the re-election. At least he’s a better president than a father, but that’s not by much. Promises to address climate change and the country’s oil dependance getting pushed to the side, worsening class issues and trickle down economics, putting up more anti-homeless measures. You wish you felt like you could leave, but the tiny sliver of hope that by some weird miracle you could do something keeps you from being bold.

There’s nothing you could actually do anyway, you’re never going to be a part of the groups that their agendas support. You’ll always be the small town reject who saw meth addicts at the local gas station more than your own father.

You and Toji have gotten closer, by necessity and the sheer oddity of being polar opposites. You’re both equally as prickly though in different ways, birds of a molted feather. He’s there when you wake up, there during your mundane day, and there outside your door when you go to sleep. Even if you wouldn’t have liked your “bodyguard”, and you’re not sure you do, the distance between the two of you decreasing was inevitable.

He delivers you food, opens your jars, fixes the pipes in your penthouse, drives you everywhere you want to go in the city, carries your books for you in a bookstore, kneels down beside you in the dirt so he can help you with weeding out your garden, and keeps an itemized list of period supplies and your favorite things.

Your favorite minor holiday is national cherry day, he puts a reminder on his phone with the help of his son to always stop by the supermarket and get you some.

You feel like Whitney Houston right now, and if late at night you listen to her albums more than your mom did growing up, fantasizing about a 40+ year old man who treats you like a bug he has to keep alive, then no one has to know.

But no other man’s gonna do

So i’m saving all my love for you

You also think he’s going to assassinate your father. Sometimes you’ll hear hushed whispers late at night between Toji and someone on the phone, he’ll break protocol and leave you alone to duck into another person’s office and end up leaving with a grim look on his face.

You’ve seen the logs he keeps of your father’s whereabouts, which he should have anyway. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you get the most awful storm in your gut when you see them under a gun that’s never been fired, like it has a special purpose.

You only speak to your father briefly, tense hellos and goodbyes exchanged over the bridge of a too tight handshake. You immediately expressed your distaste for being involved in his political career and he accepted that, letting you galavant on your merry way around town with his most dangerous agent. Ahead of Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, and Sukuna Ryomen, your father’s closest gaggle of hyenas.

You call them that because you could easily imagine drool dripping from their jowls if they felt so inclined to attack, to devour.

They give Toji their own versions of the same look when you pass them in the halls or they need to meet to give security updates, watching and waiting.

They only give you smiles, of every shape and size.

It’s easy to get a closer look at what your father does, the lives he ruins. Peace can only be an option for so long before other courses of action have to be considered. You don’t know Toji’s motives, this could just be another murder for hire paid for by one of your father’s political rivals. You doubt his heart is that deeply invested in those sorts of things, he’s made himself too apathetic, but you can tell that he still cared a little bit. He told you once that he’s had children who grew up starving before he got the job he has now.

They’re your age now, but he’d still do anything to keep it, to support them.

And then you think that maybe someone who’s only ever been abandoned knows what it’s like to hoard any good thing you can get your grubby hands on.

You give him own little bouquet of flowers one day, half because you’re going stir crazy as the weeks go by with Toji being all you know and half because you think you do want him to kill your father.

Purple Orchid.

Red Lily.

Red Anemone.

Gloriosa.

Red Delphinium.

Red Clematis.

Genista.

The next day, he’s barking at you to get packed for a stay at one of the out of the state safe houses. Don’t ask questions, protocol means you heed his warning and hop back in that canary yellow mid life crisis status symbol.

The tension was bound to be cut with a knife, the whole ride to the safe house is filled with sideways glances and slipknot blaring from the speakers. You have the same uneasy feeling that you do anytime Toji even hints at something being wrong, but something seems especially wrong this time. It’s not your job to worry about it though, and the older man tells you as much.

“Shut y’r trap, alright? You never have to get your panties in a twist when y’r with me, sorta.”

The safe house is as boring as expected, something out of a kindergartener's drawing. One story cube shaped, small roof, faded brown door.

You're only in the tiny kitchen for a second when Toji locks the door and comes to prop himself up on the counter, licking his scar.

He chuckles, “You’re a lot different than I thought you'd be, ya know that?

“I could say the same about you, I mean not really, but there are things I was surprised by.” You retort and sort through the cabinets, picking what cereal you’re going to stress eat tonight.

He comes around the counter and his hands slide from the tile to grip your waist.

“Yeah? Like what, doll?” Is cooed right in front of your mouth when Toji leans down.

You’re not immune to the proximity, your heart does a factory reset. “I never knew you could be so sweet, Toji.”

You’re not supposed to refer to him by his name, but you can’t let the word you secretly want to say slip out. You’d have to tell the employee back at your flower shop to be ready to claim the insurance policy on it after you go back and set yourself on fire.

But God, the miserable man looming over your bunny-tense figure really is sweet, distantly warm in the way a generally emotionally unavailable father is. But Toji’s the kind that would actually give you something to hold close to your heart over his long stretches of being absent until months go by and he tries to be better again.

You’re glad Sigmeund Freud isn’t an immortal vampire who would still be around to psychoanalyze you to shreds.

“Sweet to you maybe, ‘cause I have to be.”

“My dad couldn’t care less if you beat me silly.”

“I know.”

He never once said it was your father that compelled him to be as gentle with you as he is. A woman he met decades one, shacking up with an up and coming politician who he didn’t even try and pretend to be better then. They hooked up once and then he met his late wife, but months later the woman from his one night stand swore the baby in her belly wasn’t his. He never asked for a paternity test.

He never will, he’s already enough like your Daddy anyway, there’s no point in getting a confirmation or a denial to what his soul (and his cock) knows is good enough for a rat bastard like him.

You come out of your shame spiral as he splays one of his beefy gigantic hands out on the counter so you don’t get cold when he pushes your head down.

“I’d kill your old man if he kept me from this ass pussy, but it ain’t like he could if he tried.” Toji grunts, pendulous balls slapping your ass like a couple of grapefruits with every rough thrust in your puckered hole.

You gave up on being shy as soon as he clamped a hand around your throat to direct the first kiss you’d share. “Daddy- ngh, you’re gonna break me”.

His hand is so warm, your cheek squishes against the grooves and minor cracks in his skin as your head bobs forward. Despite you already being pressed down into the kitchen counter as much as humanly possible, Toji seems determined to force you to become one with it.

He gropes your thick ass cheeks, watching them bounce and jiggle as his burly hips slam against you continuously. Performance art in its truest form, whiney little baby pushing their hips back to take him even deeper in their fat ass. He didn’t have the means to properly prep you, just spit on his hand and massaged it into your already wet rim and called it a day. No condom either, but he can probably save the pussy job and it's obvious consequences until after your old man’s been made to lie face down in the dirt.

“I like the way your cunt sits under your squishy belly, ‘s pouting, baby. Both you and your pussy are clingy as fuck, huh?” He laughs deeply, reaching the hand that’s not under your face to smack your clit.

Your empty cunt gets wetter at the teasing, clenching around nothing because Toji likes to play pretend that he can be halfway considerate to the poor thing until he can’t. You want it too much right now, when you’re all loopy from his mean pounding in your ass is the moment he’ll regretfully have to pull himself out to sheath his hung length in your chubby pussy.

You moan, thought it gets precariously close to a wail the longer it goes on. “Daddyyyyyyy, oh fuck, shit- ‘m gonna tear.”

Your words end in a squeal of delight, your off the cuff rambling driving Toji to speed up his thrusts to piston his fat cock harder into your ass. Like he almost wants it to tear, your biological daddy gave you some nasty emotional scars, let your real one leave you with a couple physical ones. That’s what good daddies do, they take care of their babies and always give them something to remember them by when they won’t like their ancient relic of a father so much.

“Now don’t get mad at me, but- Oh, fuck- i was gonna kill ya, that was the plan. Take ya back, blow your brains out in front of your dad, make ‘im piss his pants because he knows he’s next.” He smiles knowingly when his hand on your clit feels it throb at his dark thinking-out-loud musings, wishing he could scrunch his fingers all up in your scalp and roughly pet you. “You like it like that, baby bunny? Daddy gets you gooey and syrupy sweet when he touches you, huh? Could just gobble you up whole, bones and all.”

Fuckin’ hell, you’re more precious than diamonds or gold or any loot he could’ve swiped from your old man’s crib. He’ll have to remember to slide his cock between your slick girls later, soap them up in the freestanding bathtub and spill his thick off white load all over them. You’ll lick up what you can but cleaning you up is obviously Daddy’s job, slurping up his own jizz like a wolf smoothing his rowdy pup’s fur down, nuzzling his nose in the valley of your tits and in the crook of your armpits.

“Daddy-” Your mouth gapes, little punched out ‘unh-unh-unh’s fly out of your mouth as your ass ripples. A few of your hairs stick to your forehead and you look over your shoulder, flushed and overwhelmed.

He just said he was going to kill you, you couldn’t even say when he changed his mind if he’s even telling the truth. But all you can focus on is that you really hope no other security personnel arrive at the safe house to check on you, whatever the fuck you’re doing definitely isn’t protocol.

Toji leans forward and scruffs the back of your neck with his canines, nipping the skin and leaving a mark as he slams his hips forward again. His grip on your love handles becomes iron clad and binding, wishing on a shooting star for bruises to form. He plunges in to the hilt with every thrust and gnaws at your sloped shoulder, he’s gonna cum and fill your cute little butt up. Pump your backdoor so full of cump it bulges and trickles down your trembling thighs.

You keen brokenly, floating up and away into his kiss. Which is basically more of an affectionate bite, but his tongue is mapping out your teeth and your cherry chapstick lips glide against his cold weather chapped ones. So it can be technically considered a kiss, but it leaves you reeling, someone just smashed a rock into your face and you’re collapsed on the ground unable to walk it off.

You try to squirm away from the earth shattering pleasure.

“What i’d say about givin’ me a chance, doll? Anyway, you were good as dead until I actually laid eyes on ya. Pretty thing, soft heart with a softer touch, ripe for the picking and left all alone…”

He can feel you getting close, you’re humping back against him like a bunny in heat as his thumb does a frenzied dance on your clit. He slides his big hand up your body to strum your nipples, his soft as a butterfly’s wing touch contrasting deliciously with his diabolically rough strokes.

In the fantasy he coos in your ear and asks if you agree that he did such a good job making this body, didn’t he? He twists his wrist on your pert bud, timing his ministrations with the upwards angled stroke of his cock. Your whimpering, his thick tip hitting the sensitive place you’ve never been able to reach with your fingers or your extra large toys.

“Fill me up, Daddy, please.” You beg, tears streaming down your face and sticking to his hand cushioning you. You turn your head the tiniest bit to wetly smack your lips together, kissing the rugged appendage. “It’s so hungry, I need it, give it up to me already. Not goin’ anywhere.”

Your cock-crazed eyes widen in panic whenever he acts like he’s gonna pull out, allowing you only the tip before grinning and sliding all the way home once again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I fixed it, didn't i? Got you all plugged up and owned doll, would sooner ride the muzzle of Shiu’s gun than kill ya now. Y’r soakin’ my balls so goddamn good.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you-“

Holy fuck, you can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe because how can you when all the air in your lungs is beaten out of you by some 47 year olds’s massive cock. The coarseness of his body is so right for you, abrasive where you’re soft and riddled with signs of being battleworn where your body’s only enemy is you. You feel split right down the middle and you’re half afraid that when Toji eventually pulls out, you’ll fall apart and actually become two bleeding halves of a whole fucked out person.

Your clit throbs at the mental image of his hairy swallowing the muzzle of a gun, Toji licks his lips and mercifully lets you reach behind yourself to claw at his rippling muscular glutes as he fucks you. Your ass squeezes his cock in a vice like grip as you shoot your load onto the pale wood laminated floor below. Your ass cheeks jiggle as your hips jump forward, grinding against the air as you get it all out. Riding that lightning off to who knows where.

“Jesus, oh, Jesus- You’re so fucking insane, Jesus Christ!”

At least Daddy will be there, because you’re certain you’re gonna crave keeping him inside and Toji seems like a terrible guy to try to do cockwarming with.

“Shit, baby bunny, this bouncy cottontail is gonna milk me dry, take me for all my money, isn’t that right honey bunny?” His voice is coated with sickenly toe curling condescension.

He roars a guttural groan, his nails forming crescent shaped indents in your hips as he pushes his cock as far as it can go and spurts his hot cum into your ass with a gruff grunt. He can feel your walls spasm around his dick, the sensation hurtles him further over the edge and his hips jerk and the joints begin to creak from the effort.

He’s not the wild and reckless young man who fucked your mother anymore, but you have him all wrong if you think he’s going to roughouse your shit any differently.

When you’ve both calmed down, his salt and pepper stubble gives you beard burn between the fleshy globes, punctuated by a breathless snicker and a barely there peck to your ass hole.

“Sleep in tomorrow, baby bunny” He says abruptly, his tone dropping to become startlingly serious. “I’ll bring back some breakfast for ya, give you a massage. I better come back and find your adorable ass right where I put it to bed, ya hear me?.”

“Yes, Daddy. ‘Said I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He pats your lower back, curling his thick digits around an invisible ball of fur.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Forgotten Anniversary. Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: A few weeks after the birth of their baby girl, Steve's wife forgets an important date.

Word Count: 1k

TW: Talking about birth and labor, being forgetful, crying.

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It had been a blurry 2 weeks after the birth of their first baby, little Mia Alexandra Harrington.

She was an 8 pound 2 ounce little peanut, born with a lot more hair than anyone had thought.

Mia had come a few weeks earlier than expected. The birthing experience was exhausting, plus some complications during labor caused both of them to stay in the hospital for 5 extra days than they had expected.

Steve had been the most incredible man the entire time. He held his wife's hand and was by her side the entire labor process, feeding her ice chips at her request, fanning her face, kissing her head when she cried from the pain, and praised her the entire time she was pushing, encouraging her to keep going, and not letting her give up when she told him she couldn’t do it.

He had taken the fatherhood role like a champ, doing most of the diaper changes that way she didn’t have to lift. Even in the middle of the night when she was nursing, he got up with both of them, getting her some snacks or water, whatever she wanted or needed. She always had his support, and she was so thankful for it.

Both of them were exhausted between Mia mixing up her days and nights, trying to navigate through the slight colic she had, both of them taking turns trying to soothe her so the other didn’t get too overwhelmed.

Today was a bit of a rough day, Mia was uncomfortable and let everyone know it. Like always, Steve and her took turns trying to relieve the gas in her tummy to make her feel better, but Mia was not having any of it.

She wanted to be held close or to be fed, and if either of them thought about putting her down, she was going to make both of them regret it.

Steve watched as Mia fed from his wife on and off all day, feeling bad that she was in pain from her breasts being so sensitive. Her oversized shirt was covered in spit up and soda that she had spilled on herself during lunch accidentally. But she was far too tired and sore even still to go change.

Steve had run out to go get her some ice cream, a treat that both of them had deserved after today, so it had just left her and their baby girl in the living room watching reruns of The Golden Girls, one of her guilty pleasure shows.

She watched their baby girl next to her on the couch fast asleep and slightly milk drunk. She studied her face, trying to determine if she had her nose or Steve’s (it was most definitely Steve’s), if she had her lips or Steve’s (hers), and who she was going to get her personality from.

From behind the couch she could hear the lock turn, meaning Steve was home. She shifted on the couch, watching him come in with a smile on her face. It wasn’t until he turned around that she saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Stevie, you got me flowers?” She melts inside, beaming at her husband.

Steve rounds the couch, handing her the flowers. “I wanted to do something nice for you today.”

“Aww, aren’t you sweet? I know today has been hard, but I finally got her down when you were gone.”

“Well actually… today is our anniversary.” Steve says awkwardly.

Her eyes grow wide at his words, her heart falling into her stomach at the realization that she had forgotten their wedding anniversary. “Steve, oh my god. Steve, I'm so sorry!”

“No, honey! It’s not your fault. There’s been so much going on the past few weeks, both of us have been in baby land and we’ve barely gotten any sleep.”

Tears start to burn her eyes as she stares at her husband, guilt running through her body. “You still remember our anniversary. I totally spaced it. I feel so awful.” The tears start to roll down her cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away.

“Honey, it’s okay. I promise I’m not mad or upset that it slipped your mind.” Steve comes next to her on the couch, kissing her forehead and wrapping his arm around her. “You’ve had a lot going on, you spent 8 and a half months growing our daughter in your belly, you spent 19 hours in labor and you had such hard labor. You’ve been crushing it with breast feeding since we’ve been home.”

She looks into her husband’s eyes, guilt still riddled on her face. “I’m so sorry, Stevie.”

Steve softly kisses her lips twice, nudging his nose against hers. “Not to be a total goob, but you kind of did give me the best anniversary present of all. You gave me my first born, that’s a pretty good anniversary present.”

She smiles at his words, resting her forehead against his. “You’re such a goob. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

“No rush, honey. We have a lot more anniversaries in our future for us to celebrate.”

“I love you so much, Stevie.” She kisses his lips, the sudden cry from their daughter interrupting them.

Steve laughs as he pulls away from his wife. “We also have a lot more intimate moments being interrupted by our children to look forward to.”

“Children? How many more children of yours do you think I’m bearing?” She jokes, grabbing the crying infant and quietly shushing her. “This one tried to kill me.”

Steve puts his hands out, requesting the baby from her. She hands him the baby and her spit up rag, smiling from ear to ear as she watches Steve settle her against his chest.

“You think I was kidding when I said I wanted six?” He raises his eyebrows, laughing to himself as he walks out of the room to go change his daughter.

“Steven Harrington, I already said I was not giving birth six times. You’ve lost your mind.” She slowly gets off the couch, following him to finish scolding him.

“You don’t have to give birth six times, we can always try for twins.” He calls back to her, the grin on his face prominent in his words.

[hmshermitcraft]

Grian is sure he's gone crazy. A little moth woman? Flying around and hiding in his lamps?

Mad. He's gone mad, absolutely lost it, no other explanation.

Pearl (because, somehow, she speaks) is very unhappy with being put in a jar (he put holes in the lid, to make sure she didn't die) and given leaves and flowers to eat. She prefers actual food, thank you!

It's not all bad, though. Pearl likes to sit on his shoulder and whisper jokes into his ear, plus having a companion is nice. Helps with the loneliness of being in the woods by yourself.

His biggest issue now that he knows he isn't crazy, is that Pearl is really, really cute. He manages to give her tiny kisses on her cheeks. He threatens to eat her if she doesn't stop eating his honey and dripping it everywhere around his house. One tiny bug lady is enough, actually, he does not need a whole group of flies in his house!

(...would the flies also be women? Are flies men? Is Pearl one of a kind? He should ask her.)

He doesn't ask her, because that seems kinda rude, even though she pesters him with questions about being big all the time. Grian never considered how inconvenient it is until now! Though, he wonders if part of that is having wings (but he's not going to start that argument.)

It doesn't take long until Pearl has her own little house in Grian's house. It almost helps with the honey issue. Almost. And though she has her own bed in there (Grian used a match box) she prefers to sleep on his bedside table. She's dropped the box on his face a few times by 'accident' trying to carry it over.

(Some genuinely were accidents. Some are suspicious. Grian is looking for reasons to use matches so he can make a second bed for her.)

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 57

The sweet scent of cherry blossoms… The warm scent of freshly baked blueberry muffins… The beautiful meadow is full of lovely colorful flowers and mushrooms as tall as tree stumps… The sight of vibrant fireflies dancing outside my window at night… All I can picture right now is my childhood and the visually pleasing surroundings where I’d play, something I wish my children would get to experience. I remember my mom baking me my favorite blueberry muffins once a week before we would do a special prayer to Sêlune. I can practically still smell them and feel the warmth radiating from the bread.

The moonlight gleams through the window, so I close the curtains to make it easier for me to fall asleep. Wyll and Karlach are knocked out on the other side of the room, and baby Jenevelle is asleep on the thick quilt next to our bed. Gale, however, is still awake like myself.

“My love? Is everything alright?” Gale whispers, snuggling up to me and burying his face into my shoulder. “I’m surprised you’re still up.”

“Oh I’m wonderful, just thinking about…my childhood. A lot of it was so beautiful, and I’m beginning to remember all that was so kind.” I smile, closing my eyes for a moment as I reminisce. “I miss my mother. Or who I thought she was. Nothing I can do now, I hate to point out.”

“I know, my love. But hey, when we get back to Waterdeep, we can visit with my mother. She misses you and, she even told me, you’re like the daughter she’s always wanted. Believe me, she adores you just like I do. Which, I didn’t think anyone could even come close to my love for you. Plus she would love to see Jenevelle and our newest addition. I plan on writing to her tomorrow to tell her the good news, if you’d like to join me and help come up with some tidbits to add to the letter. From you, of course.” I actually smile as he says those words, which bring me a strange sense of comfort and ease to my mind. Even though it’s dark and I can’t see his face, I look in his direction and plant a kiss on his head somewhere. “Ope… You just kissed my eyeball.” I try to fight laughter and move my lips lower toward his nose.

“Well, that certainly sounds like a plan to me, my honey. I could use her company in times like these. We have a lot to catch up on, don’t we?” He chuckles and plays with my hair gently with his fingers, calming me down even more as chills scatter across my body from the relaxing sensation.

“Yes. Now my love, you need your rest. It’s best you get some sleep, for who knows what endeavors we will face tomorrow. Or, rather, who knows how drained you will feel? I’m hoping these next few months will at least be semi-normal.” His hand moves from my torso down to my waist, and then gently making its way to my belly. “I love you. So very much.”

Before I know it, the months fly by and each day gets closer to the birth of our second daughter — yep, another girl. I actually begin to feel excitement, love, and a sense of relief. My pregnancy is now drastically slowing down because of our new baby being immortal, and judging by the look of everything, Karlach and I will deliver around the same time. Speaking of my favorite tiefling, she hasn’t been doing too great the past few weeks; between body aches and unable to keep food down, she’s ready for the pregnancy to end already. I comfort her as much as I can while internally thinking ‘What a great time to be immortal and not experience that again.’ Jaheira has been over more frequently to provide comfort and care to her, and because of the herbal teas she made, Karlach is slowly feeling a little better, one day at a time.

Today, Gale and Wyll are out shopping for the babies, including Jenevelle because she deserves to be spoiled, while Karlach and I are relaxing at the spa with Jaheira. Gale brought our daughter of course, because he absolutely loves taking her shopping. It’s honestly the cutest thing. Our friends found out they are having a little boy, and his name will be Maddox Ravengard.

“It’s only a matter of time,” Jaheira says with a smirk as she sinks into the hot spring. Karlach and I only have our feet in, but we are getting a massage by two sweet elf ladies as we soak our feet. “I can’t wait to be a grandma figure to more babies. Baby Jenevelle already has my heart, I can’t wait to meet these two.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Jaheira. With my mom gone and Wyll’s also, both of them passed away, this child wouldn’t have a grandmother. I am so glad he will have a grandmother around, biological or not,” Karlach explains, smiling with a tear in her eye. “Who is chopping up onions in here?” I’m smiling at Karlach as she wipes a glistening tear from her eye, but one that screams happiness. I adjust myself as I try to get comfortable, but my baby bump is in the way.

“Ugh girl, that makes two of us,” Karlach adds as she observes my discomfort, trying to stand up so we can head back to the Tavern. Droplets of noticeable sweat pour down her face as she tries to move.

“Whoa whoa, Karlach. We should go so you can lie down and get some well-needed rest,” I comment. “I’m so glad the Tavern is just a block down the road.” Something tells me she won’t make it another two days before their little one makes his arrival, and a strange sensation courses through my veins as I observe her worried expression.

“Yeah…yeah let’s go. I hope Wyll beats us there. Please Gods, let him be there when we get inside.”

Unfortunately, he did not. When we arrive, Karlach appears to be in a much worse condition, her fiery red skin glossy from the increasing amount of sweat washing over her body. Worry and panic takes over me as I try to figure out what to do and how to help her. Damn it, it just had to be while Wyll is gone!

“Karlach, breathe. Lie down now. I will get you an ice-cold water, and Emmy will stay by your side. Oh gods, where is Wyll?!” Karlach’s body is weak as she lies in bed, her eyes squenching shut as she tries not to scream from the pain. Jaheira bolts back to Karlach’s side with water and casts ‘healing word’ to at least help a little with the pain. I squeeze her hand as I sit here by her side, and she flashes a smile at me through it all. Before I can even speak a word to her, the door opens and here comes Wyll and Gale, though neither of them did not expect to see Karlach on the edge of giving birth at this very moment.

“W-Wyll!” Karlach shouts, and he immediately dashes to her rescue and sits by her side. “Thank the Gods you’re here…”

“Oh my… I did not expect to come back and see this. I’ve got you, my lovely. Emmy and Jaheira, thank you for being here for her and giving her comfort. I can take it from here.” Wyll kisses the side of Karlach’s head and smiles, brushing her hair out of her sweaty and exhausted face.

Not long after that, Maddox Ravengard was born, and he is the very light of their life and as perfect as can be. Gale and I leave the Tavern for awhile with our daughter so they can get some bonding time in without any sort of overstimulation or risk of it. Jaheira is cooking them a fresh home cooked meal while they relax comfortably, and I don’t want to intrude in any way. We decide to sit outside at a nearby restaurant and enjoy a delicious meal while staring at the beach in admiration. Hm, maybe I should bring Jenevelle to the beach again when this is all said and done.

“Truly remarkable,” Gale murmurs as his honeyed eyes glisten from the sun while he looks at me. “The way life works, that is. How Karlach got her dream, how you and I are expecting another despite the odds, how we all thought five years ago that we wouldn’t survive the nautiloid or the tadpoles…” Gale stares down at his glass of wine, smirking as he sits here in thought. His eyes meet mine once more. “And I have you.” His words are like velvet; so soft and smooth. I could listen to his calming words every second of the day and never get tired of them. The way his shoulder-length brown hair flows from the breeze, his dark honey eyes focusing on me amorously when I speak, the way he fucking smiles.

“I can’t imagine life any other way, Gale Dekarios.” I hold our sleepy girl against my chest, feeling the movement of our second daughter kicking. It’s going to be a very tough road ahead, but we will conquer it like we always do. As I sit here and take a bite of my breadstick, I see a familiar face just around the corner of the restaurant: Jasik. He appears to be here with his family. His eyes meet ours and he happily trots in our direction.

“Fancy seeing you two here! Are you ready to meet your little one next tenday?”

“Wait, next tenday? Already?” I inquire with a hint of shock in my voice, not realizing time had flown by that quickly. We still need to get her crib set up in Jenevelle’s room when we get back home; there’s so much we still haven’t done. “Yep, I am more ready than I’ve ever been. Karlach just had her little boy at the Tavern, and he showed up a lot quicker than we imagined he would.”

“Bummer! I mean, good for her and I am so very happy, but bummed I didn’t get to help! As long as she’s alive and well, that’s what matters. Well, I will see you both next tenday, my friends. Enjoy your dinner.” Off he goes to sit down a few tables away from us to enjoy dinner with his teenage son and wife. I sigh and relax my shoulders, smiling as Gale and I enjoy each other’s company. I hear Jenevelle coo sweetly as I begin to burp her a little, and she grabs my face with her little hand.

“Jenevelle, I hope you’re ready for a sibling,” I murmur to her as I kiss the side of her head. “I’m scared to death but it will be fine.” Gale chuckles.

“Here, let me hold the baby while you eat your dinner. You’re practically drooling at the sight of your spaghetti,” he teases and reaches out for our daughter, so I hand her to him without hesitating for a second. I begin devouring my spaghetti like nobody’s business, and while I’m doing so, Gale just admires me as I make a mess out of myself with sauce. Bright red sauce that made its way all over my face and partially my shirt. No laughter, no judgment, just Gale’s sweet brown eyes locked on me out of love.

“You’re just so cute,” he murmurs, rocking our daughter in his arms as he watches me. “I didn’t realize your devotion and love for spaghetti. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I haven’t had it since I was a kid! This brings back memories,” I respond with a kind voice, enthusiasm coursing through me while I eat. “I feel silly.”

“You are silly and that’s why I love you so much.” He calls me silly, but then our daughter releases a loud sound from her butt I didn’t think was even possible. “Oh look, another trait you got from your mother.” It takes everything in my power not to bust out laughing, but unfortunately, I failed and nearly choke on my dinner. Then, her tummy begins to rumble and she grunts, releasing a disastrous sound. “Jenevelle, filling up your diaper at the dinner table isn’t exactly good manners, you know.” Gale chuckles, then sighs as he gently bounces her in his arms.

“You can’t say I do that at the dinner table, just saying,” I comment playfully as I push my plate away from me. Gale rolls his eyes as he stands up with the baby in his arm, but he knows he loves my silly humor.

“You are definitely one of a kind, and for that alone, I’m thankful for you. Shall we depart? Little missy over here needs changed, and it’s best we get back to the Tavern as quickly as possible.” I nod with a goofy grin on my face, and grab the diaper bag as he begin to walk back to Elfsong. As we’re leaving the restaurant, I see an image of my mother and Gortash headed this direction, though I’m certain they don’t see me.

“Shit!” I take Gale’s hand and pull him aside behind a tree nearby. “My mother and Gortash. I don’t want them to see me.”

“My love, we need to get back. Jenevelle needs—“

I begin to hear my mother talking for a moment, and now I’m slightly invested in the conversation, though it’s clear we can’t sit here too long.

“When Emmy was a little girl, I used to take her here all the time. She loved it. She really liked the…” Her voice fades away as they both make their way to the entrance of the restaurant, and I suddenly feel a wave of sadness. She’s discussing my childhood with him and what I loved. Stings a little, but it’s sweet. For the first time in a very long time, I feel my eyes swell from the tears I try to fight, but they come anyway. Damn it, why? Each second of every day, I’m tempted to hear them both out and forgive all the horrors and evil he committed…until I realize what he did.

“Love? Are you crying?” I try to hide my face but Gale takes a step in front of me to look into my glossy eyes. “I wish I had all the answers and to help you feel better in any way I can. Are you thinking about your childhood?”

“Yes. Just hearing her talk so kindly about me and the memories we shared that Gortash was never there for. Well, because she kept him from me, but for a good reason. Still.” I sigh as I wipe the tears from my eyes, then take a deep breath. “Maybe one day I’ll have it in me to talk to her again, and face him. For now, I just need a moment.” Gale plants a delicate kiss on my forehead and his soft touch lingers for a moment as he does so. I take a deep breath as the tears begin to dry up, my body relaxing at last.

“You deserve answers, love. I wish I could make it all better but I’m not sure what I can do. But if there is anything at all I can do to bring you comfort and security, just say the word. I’m all ears.” I hesitate for a moment as I stare blankly at the sunset, but then my face lightens up at the idea of just being with one another in bed. I can worry about approaching my mother again at a later time.

“Could you…lay with me, when we get back to Elfsong? Please? I think just lying there will help, as long as I’m in your arms.” He smiles and nods, holding our baby securely against his chest. I smile back at him as I close my eyes in relief.

“After Jenevelle is changed, I’d be happy to lie down with you. Your body curled up in my arms, your head against my chest as I hold you sincerely and play with your hair, and my lips kissing the top of your head as you get comfortable. I wouldn’t love anything more. I love you, pretty baby, and don’t you ever forget that.”

[shiorihyugawrites]

A Soft Place

In a post-Rumbling world, where the threat of Titans no longer looms, Vanessa Sinclair finds herself living a quiet life, working at her family’s bakery in Wall Rose. Curvy and self-conscious, Vanessa has always faded into the background, overshadowed by her more outgoing friends. But everything changes when Captain Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, begins visiting the bakery regularly. What starts as a simple exchange of tea and pastries quickly evolves into something more. Levi, drawn to her quiet strength and beauty, takes Vanessa on a journey that forces her to confront her insecurities, while learning that sometimes, what lies beneath the surface is more than enough. (Levi x Plus Sized OC)

Chapter Thirty One

The soft chime of the doorbell echoed as Vanessa stepped into Miss Draya’s boutique, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It was a crisp, sunny morning, and the warmth inside the boutique felt welcoming, like stepping into a world where dreams took shape in fabric and lace. Today was the day she would finally see her wedding dress in its complete form, the dress that she would wear to marry Levi—the love of her life.

Vivian, was already a bundle of excitement, her hands clasped together as she took in every detail of the boutique’s decor, as if each little trinket and piece of fabric added to the significance of the day. Emma and Robin were beside her, their eyes alight with anticipation as they looked at Vanessa with matching grins.

“You’re ready for this, right?” Robin asked, giving Vanessa a playful nudge.

Vanessa let out a small laugh, though her hands trembled slightly. “I think so… but I’m also a little terrified. This is really it, you know?”

Vivian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, her eyes warm with pride. “Honey, you’re going to be breathtaking. I know it. And Levi… well, he won’t know what hit him.” She winked, a glimmer of mischief in her gaze.

Miss Draya, the ever-graceful seamstress with an eye for detail, stepped out from behind a curtain, her hands dusted with tiny flecks of lace and satin. She held her hands together, her gaze soft as she looked at Vanessa. “Are you ready to see your dress, my dear?”

Vanessa nodded, a knot forming in her throat as the reality of this moment sank in. Miss Draya motioned her towards a private fitting room, where the dress awaited, hanging like an ethereal vision of white and lace. It was carefully draped on a mannequin, catching the soft light from the window, each detail coming to life in a shimmer of delicate lace and embroidery.

As Vanessa approached, she took in every intricate detail. The dress was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—soft, flowing tulle cascading down in gentle waves, adorned with delicate floral lace detailing that traced along the bodice and flowed into the skirt. The off-shoulder design accentuated her collarbones and shoulders gracefully, and the sheer, billowing sleeves added a touch of elegance, as if she were draped in clouds. The bodice was fitted and structured, hugging her curves just right, before flaring into the soft, flowing skirt that pooled around her like petals of a flower.

“Oh, Ness…” Emma breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the dress. “It’s perfect.”

Vanessa could barely speak as she reached out, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace that adorned the bodice. Miss Draya had truly outdone herself, adding subtle touches that made the dress feel like a part of Vanessa, a reflection of her spirit and love.

With Miss Draya’s help, Vanessa carefully slipped into the dress, feeling the cool fabric embrace her skin, molding to her body as if it had been made just for her—because it had been. As the last button was fastened, Vanessa took a deep breath, steadying herself as she turned to face the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her took her breath away. She didn’t just look beautiful; she felt beautiful. She felt like a princess, like she had stepped out of a storybook, ready to meet her prince at the altar. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in every detail, every inch of the dress that had been crafted with such love and care. The lace details Miss Draya had added seemed to bloom across her skin, the soft, sheer sleeves floating delicately around her arms.

Vivian let out a small gasp, her hands flying to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart… you’re… you’re breathtaking.” Her voice broke slightly, and she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, a proud smile spreading across her face. “I can’t believe my little girl is getting married.”

Robin’s eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as well, her hands clutched to her chest. “Ness, you look like a dream. Levi is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

Emma sniffed, reaching out to give Vanessa’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I always knew you’d make a stunning bride, but this… this is beyond anything I imagined. You’re glowing.”

Vanessa blinked, her vision blurring with tears as the emotions swelled within her. She hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelmed, hadn’t anticipated just how powerful it would be to see herself in the dress she would wear to marry Levi. She wiped at her eyes, laughing softly as the tears escaped.

“I… I don’t even know what to say,” Vanessa whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I feel so beautiful.”

Vivian stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Vanessa in a tender hug. “You are beautiful, my love. Inside and out. And that’s something Levi saw long before you ever did.”

The mention of Levi brought a fresh wave of emotion. Vanessa could already picture him standing at the altar, his calm, intense gaze softening when he saw her in this dress. She could imagine the way his eyes would hold her, as if she were the only person in the world. The thought made her heart race, and she felt a surge of anticipation for that moment, knowing that soon, she would be walking toward him, ready to start a new chapter of their lives together.

Miss Draya stood back, a proud smile on her face as she took in the scene. “It’s truly a pleasure to see you in this dress, Vanessa. You wear it well. It’s as if it was meant for you.”

Vanessa turned to her, a grateful smile on her face. “Thank you, Miss Draya. I can’t thank you enough for making this dream come true.”

The seamstress waved a hand, modest as ever. “It was an honor, my dear. You are going to be the most beautiful bride.”

Vanessa took another deep breath, letting the moment wash over her. She knew that this dress would forever hold a special place in her heart, not just for its beauty, but for what it represented—the love she shared with Levi, the journey they had traveled together, and the future they were about to build.

As she looked in the mirror, her hand resting over her heart, Vanessa whispered softly to herself, “I’m ready.”

…

With only two weeks left until the wedding, Vanessa's life had become a whirlwind of final arrangements, dress fittings, and anticipation. She was beginning to feel the mounting excitement and nerves as each day brought her closer to marrying Levi. But in the midst of it all, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude—for her family, for Levi, and, of course, for her friends, Emma and Robin, who had been by her side through everything.

So, when Emma and Robin invited her out for what they described as a “little surprise,” Vanessa didn’t suspect much. She assumed they were probably just planning a small outing to take her mind off wedding planning stress. She wasn’t prepared for the adorable setup they had waiting for her.

The tea parlor they chose was tucked away on a quiet street, a cozy, intimate little place with delicate floral wallpaper and vintage teapots on display. It looked like something out of a storybook. As soon as Vanessa stepped inside, her eyes widened in surprise and delight. Emma and Robin had arranged a private corner for the three of them, complete with a table covered in a beautiful pastel tablecloth, an assortment of delicate teacups, and a platter filled with finger sandwiches and pastries.

“Oh my goodness, you two!” Vanessa exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the sight. “You didn’t have to do this!”

“Are you kidding?” Robin laughed, giving her a warm hug. “Of course we did! It’s your bachelorette party! You think we’d let you get away without a celebration?”

“Besides,” Emma added, her eyes twinkling mischievously, “we wanted to make sure you had a little fun before the big day. You deserve this, Ness.”

Vanessa felt her heart swell with gratitude as she hugged them both, feeling a surge of love for her friends. She hadn’t expected anything like this, but the gesture warmed her heart. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You two are the best.”

They settled around the table, pouring cups of fragrant tea and laughing as they sampled the array of treats on the table. There was something so relaxing, so comforting about being here with her closest friends, sharing this quiet, joyful moment in the midst of the chaos of wedding preparations.

“So,” Robin began, smirking as she lifted her teacup, “how are you feeling? Two weeks until you become Mrs. Ackerman!”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed, a shy smile spreading across her face. “Honestly? I’m a little nervous, but… mostly just really excited. I still can’t believe it’s happening.”

Emma beamed, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “You deserve every bit of this happiness, Ness. You and Levi are perfect together.”

Robin nodded in agreement, her eyes soft with affection. “We’re so proud of you. You’ve come so far, you know? From that first day you spilled tea on him to now… it’s amazing to see how much you’ve grown.”

Vanessa laughed, her cheeks pink as she recalled that embarrassing memory. “I still can’t believe he came back after that,” she admitted, her eyes shining with amusement. “I thought for sure I’d scared him off.”

“Well, good thing he didn’t!” Emma said, raising her teacup in a mock toast. “To Vanessa—our beautiful, radiant, and soon-to-be-married best friend!”

“To Vanessa!” Robin echoed, clinking her cup against Emma’s before they both tapped them against Vanessa’s.

Vanessa’s heart felt full to the brim as she took a sip, smiling at the two of them. She couldn’t imagine going through life without friends like Emma and Robin, who had seen her through every high and low, who had lifted her up and encouraged her when she doubted herself. They were more than just friends; they were family.

They continued to chat, laughing and sharing memories as they nibbled on the delicate pastries and sipped their tea. But Vanessa noticed the mischievous glances that Emma and Robin kept exchanging, a hint of something up their sleeves that they weren’t quite ready to reveal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of them whispering and giggling, Emma reached under the table and pulled out a neatly wrapped box. She set it in front of Vanessa with a devilish grin. “Alright, Ness. We got you a little something for your wedding night.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened in surprise as she took the box, glancing between them. “Oh no… should I be worried?”

Robin smirked, unable to contain her laughter. “Just a little. But trust us, you’ll thank us later.”

Vanessa opened the box carefully, her eyes widening as she lifted the first item—a delicate, lacy piece of lingerie in a deep, sultry shade of burgundy. She immediately felt her cheeks warm, laughter bubbling up as she held it up for a better look.

“Oh my god, you two!” she exclaimed, trying to hide her embarrassment as she admired the lingerie. “This is… wow.”

Emma grinned, clearly pleased with her reaction. “We figured you’d need something a little special for Levi. You know, to keep things exciting.”

“Plus, look at it!” Robin added, nudging her with a grin. “It’s going to look amazing on you.”

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head as she set the lingerie aside. “Thank you. Really, it’s beautiful. But I don’t know if I’ll have the guts to wear it!”

“Oh, you will,” Emma replied, her voice confident. “Trust me.”

But as Vanessa reached into the box again, her fingers brushed against something unexpected—something with an unusual shape. She pulled it out, her eyes widening as she stared at the strange object in her hand, utterly baffled. It was a… toy, though she wasn’t entirely sure where it was supposed to go or what it was supposed to do.

Her mouth dropped open, and she looked up at Emma and Robin, who were both trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter. “What… what is this?”

Robin burst into laughter, practically doubling over as she tried to explain. “It’s… it’s a, um, let’s just say it’s for your ‘enjoyment.’”

Vanessa’s face went scarlet as she examined the odd-shaped device, her mind racing as she tried to figure it out. “I… I don’t even know where this is supposed to go! Do people actually use this?”

Emma wiped a tear from her eye, trying to catch her breath. “We thought it’d be a fun joke! But, you know, if you’re curious… you could always give it a try.”

Vanessa buried her face in her hands, laughing and groaning at the same time. “You two are unbelievable! I don’t know if I should be grateful or horrified.”

“Oh, definitely grateful,” Robin said, giving her a cheeky wink. “Think of it as our way of making sure your wedding night is memorable.”

They all dissolved into laughter, the air filled with a mix of embarrassment, amusement, and joy. Vanessa couldn’t believe how thoughtful—and how utterly shameless—her friends were, but she loved them all the more for it. They had a way of making her feel cherished, supported, and completely understood, even in the most unconventional ways.

After the initial shock wore off, Vanessa carefully placed the items back in the box, still chuckling as she shook her head. “You two are insane. But… thank you. Really. This was such a wonderful surprise, and I feel so lucky to have you both.”

Emma wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “We’re the lucky ones, Ness. Watching you blossom, seeing you find love and happiness with Levi… it’s been an honor.”

Robin nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion. “We’re so proud of you. You’ve come so far, and no one deserves this happiness more than you.”

Vanessa felt tears prick at her eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you two. Thank you… for always being there, for helping me find my confidence, and for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

They hugged tightly, a shared embrace filled with years of friendship, love, and unwavering support. In that moment, Vanessa knew that no matter where life took them, no matter how much things changed, she would always carry this bond with her. Emma and Robin had been there through every chapter of her life, and now, as she prepared to start this new journey with Levi, she felt a profound sense of peace, knowing she would always have them by her side.

As they pulled back, wiping at their eyes with laughter and sniffles, Emma lifted her teacup in a toast. “To Vanessa—the most beautiful bride, an amazing friend, and the luckiest woman to have snagged herself Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.”

“To Vanessa!” Robin echoed, raising her cup with a grin.

Vanessa raised her own teacup, a bright smile lighting up her face. “To friendship, to love, and to all the adventures that lie ahead.”

They clinked their teacups together, sealing the moment with laughter, love, and promises that would carry them forward, no matter what life had in store. And as they sipped their tea, basking in the warmth of each other’s company, Vanessa knew that this was a memory she would cherish forever.

…

Meanwhile, Levi was making his way down the familiar halls of Scout Regiment headquarters, lost in thought. His wedding was only two weeks away, and though he was never one to get overly sentimental, he couldn’t help the subtle sense of excitement that had been brewing beneath his usual demeanor. The preparations had been overwhelming at times, but with Vanessa by his side, it felt… worth it. More than worth it.

But today, he was caught a bit off guard by the silence in the halls, which felt unusual for this time of day. Usually, there was at least some hustle and bustle, even if it was just Sasha hunting for her next snack or Jean and Connie bickering about something trivial. Today, however, it was strangely quiet, and Levi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up.

As he approached the mess hall, the doors were closed—a rarity in itself. He reached out to push one of the doors open, and before he could even register what was happening, a loud chorus of voices rang out, nearly deafening him.

“SURPRISE!”

The doors burst open, and Levi was hit with a blast of noise, streamers, and confetti. He squinted, barely able to make out the sight in front of him. The entire mess hall had been transformed. Banners stretched across the ceiling, reading, “Congratulations, Captain Levi!” and “Best Wishes for the Wedding!” The tables had been rearranged into a sort of open space for people to mingle, and at the center was a large, ornate cake decorated with miniature figures of him and Vanessa—though, judging by the uncharacteristically mischievous grin on his figurine’s face, Hange had likely been involved in its design.

Hange, of course, was leading the charge, standing at the front with a huge grin, holding up her own glass in celebration. “Welcome to your bachelor party, Levi!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee.

Before Levi could say a word, he was hit square in the face by a burst of streamers from a party popper. He jerked back, feeling the plastic streamers cling to his face as he glared in the direction of the culprit. Connie was standing there, frozen, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and amusement.

“Oh, crap,” Connie muttered, holding his hands up defensively. “Sorry, Captain! I was aiming for, uh… anywhere else but your face.”

Levi’s gaze narrowed, but instead of snapping at Connie, he merely gave him a look that promised retribution at a later date. “Watch where you’re aiming next time,” he muttered, pulling the streamers off his face, though a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes.

The room erupted into laughter, everyone relaxing a bit now that Levi hadn’t immediately turned and walked out. Sasha, clutching a handful of snacks, gave him a thumbs-up. “Happy pre-wedding celebration, Captain!”

Eren stepped forward, a rare smile on his face as he clapped Levi on the back. “You didn’t think we’d let you get married without celebrating, did you?”

Levi let out a quiet sigh, feeling his cheeks heat just the slightest bit. “I should’ve known you’d be up to something like this,” he said, casting a glance at Hange, who was clearly thrilled with herself. “But I didn’t expect the entire regiment to be involved.”

“Are you kidding?” Hange replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime event! Humanity’s Strongest Soldier getting married? We couldn’t just let that slide by quietly.”

Jean approached with a grin, holding up a glass. “To Captain Levi! May marriage finally teach you patience,” he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the room.

“Or at least a little tolerance for other people’s cooking,” Sasha added with a snicker, gesturing to the impressive spread of food that had been set up for the occasion. Levi cast her a dry look, but even he couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

With the initial surprise over, Levi allowed himself to relax a bit, surveying the room and the faces of his comrades. These were the people he’d fought alongside, the ones who had become his family in their own way. It was strange to think of them organizing something like this for him, but there was an odd warmth in his chest that he hadn’t expected. He looked back at Eren, Armin, Mikasa, and the others who had been by his side through thick and thin, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude.

As he moved further into the room, Hange looped her arm through his, leading him toward the center of the celebration. “Come on, Levi, don’t just stand there looking all grumpy. This is a party, and you’re the guest of honor!”

Levi gave her a deadpan look. “Hange, I’m not ‘grumpy.’ This is my natural expression.”

Hange snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Captain.”

She pulled him over to a table filled with drinks—some alcoholic, others non-alcoholic, though Levi was fairly certain that most of them contained at least a little something extra. Jean handed him a glass with a knowing grin, and Levi accepted it with a slight nod, giving the glass a sniff before taking a cautious sip. The taste was smooth, a well-aged liquor that went down easily.

Mikasa, standing nearby, offered him a rare smile. “Congratulations, Levi. I think I speak for all of us when I say… we’re glad you found someone who makes you happy.”

Levi glanced at her, appreciating the sentiment even if he wasn’t one to express it openly. “Thank you, Mikasa.”

As the evening wore on, the laughter and chatter in the room grew louder, the warmth of camaraderie filling the space. Connie and Sasha were engaged in a heated drinking contest, both of them trying to prove who could hold their liquor better, while Jean and Armin placed bets on who would win. Hange, meanwhile, had taken it upon herself to tell a slightly exaggerated version of Levi and Vanessa’s story, complete with wild gestures and dramatic pauses.

“…and then, as Vanessa spilled that tea, Levi looked at her with those intense, brooding eyes, and he knew right there and there that she was the love of his life!” Hange declared, spinning around dramatically.

Levi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the faint smirk that crossed his face. “That’s not exactly how it happened, Hange.”

“Oh, but that’s the best part!” Hange replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone loves a good romantic twist. Besides, it’s not every day that you fall head over heels.”

Eren raised his glass, grinning. “Here’s to that twist, then. And here’s to Vanessa for somehow getting through that infamous glare.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, but he clinked his glass with Eren’s, feeling a surge of appreciation for his comrades. He could feel himself unwinding in a way he hadn’t expected, the weight of responsibility and duty set aside, if only for this one night. It was strange, allowing himself to relax like this, but he found he didn’t mind it. Not when he was surrounded by the people who had seen him at his best and worst, the ones who’d fought alongside him, survived alongside him.

As the night wore on, Hange pulled out a deck of cards, declaring that no bachelor party was complete without a few rounds of poker. Jean and Connie immediately dove in, each of them convinced they were the best players in the room, while Armin watched with quiet amusement, occasionally offering strategic advice to whoever seemed to need it most.

Sasha, ever the instigator, leaned over to Levi as the game started, nudging him with a smirk. “So, Captain, any pre-wedding jitters?”

Levi shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Jean snickered, dealing the cards. “Of course. Figures Captain would be the calmest groom-to-be ever.”

Eren, watching him closely, leaned forward. “You don’t fool us, Captain. We know you’re excited. You’re just too good at hiding it.”

Levi didn’t respond directly, but there was a glimmer in his eye, a rare softness that spoke volumes. “Maybe,” he said, his tone almost teasing, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

The evening continued with rounds of poker, laughter, and friendly banter. Levi found himself fully immersed in the moment, appreciating the bond he shared with each of them, a camaraderie built through battles, sacrifices, and unwavering loyalty. It was a reminder of everything he’d fought for, and in that moment, he felt a rare sense of peace.

He didn’t know what to expect from a “bachelor party,” let alone one organized by Hange and the Scouts, but their energy and light-hearted enthusiasm had grown on him as the evening wore on. He'd received a few thoughtful gifts from his comrades: a sturdy new set of cleaning supplies from Armin, who knew his penchant for cleanliness; a leather-bound journal from Mikasa, something for Levi to record his thoughts or memories if he ever felt inclined; and even a sleek set of cooking utensils from Sasha and Connie, hinting that perhaps one day he’d be cooking romantic meals for Vanessa.

Levi had accepted each gift with a small nod of gratitude, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind them. But the most peculiar and undoubtedly the most ridiculous gift of the night was the one Hange brought forward.

With a gleam in her eye, she walked up to Levi, holding something behind her back, her entire expression practically vibrating with excitement. “Levi,” she began, barely able to keep a straight face, “I know you’ve received some truly heartfelt and practical gifts tonight, but I figured… you might need something with a bit more personality.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked at her, knowing full well that “personality” in Hange’s terms often bordered on insane. “What did you do?” he muttered, glancing warily at the rest of the Scouts, who were trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter.

“Oh, don’t be so serious!” Hange grinned, whipping out the gift with a flourish. In her hands was a shirt, but not just any shirt. It was bright white, emblazoned with bold, playful letters that declared “I LOVE VANESSA” across the chest. The shirt was absolutely covered in various illustrations of Vanessa’s face, each one somehow more dramatic and exaggerated than the last. From serene smiles to slightly ridiculous winks, Hange had apparently commissioned—or drawn—dozens of different “Vanessa expressions” to create this masterpiece.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Levi stared at the shirt, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite process what he was looking at. Then, the Scouts erupted into laughter, their voices echoing throughout the mess hall.

“Oh… my… god!” Jean managed to say between breaths, clutching his stomach. “Hange, you outdid yourself!”

Armin was covering his mouth, trying to maintain some level of decorum but failing miserably. “I… I didn’t know you could even make a shirt like that!”

Sasha’s laughter was so loud it nearly drowned out the others, her face red as she gasped for air. “Oh, Captain, you have to wear it! You have to!”

Levi’s eyes were still fixed on the shirt, his expression unreadable. He glanced over at Hange, who was grinning proudly, clearly thrilled with her creation. “You’re kidding,” he deadpanned, holding the shirt with two fingers as if it might explode in his hands. “There’s no way I’m putting this on.”

“Oh, come on, Levi!” Hange urged, practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s all in good fun! Besides, you know Vanessa would love it if she saw you wearing it!”

The room erupted in another wave of laughter, with the Scouts chanting, “Put it on! Put it on!” Connie was especially vocal, egging Levi on with an impish grin. “Come on, Captain! Where’s your sense of humor?”

Levi shot them all a glare, the kind that could silence an entire room on the battlefield, but here, amidst his closest friends, it only fueled their laughter. Against his better judgment, he felt his resolve cracking. As ridiculous as the shirt was, he couldn’t deny the amused glances and expectant faces around him, each one silently pleading for him to go along with the joke.

With a sigh of resignation, Levi looked at Hange. “If I put this on, will you all shut up?”

“Absolutely!” Hange promised, though her grin made it clear she had no intention of actually keeping that promise.

Grumbling under his breath, Levi tugged off his jacket and slipped the shirt over his head, adjusting it as it settled over his frame. He stood there, arms crossed, his expression as stone-faced as ever, but the contrast between his intense, stoic demeanor and the absurdity of the shirt had the Scouts in hysterics.

The chants turned into cheers and applause as Levi finally, albeit reluctantly, donned the “I LOVE VANESSA” shirt covered in illustrations of his fiancée’s face. It was a sight none of them would soon forget.

Eren was practically in tears, slapping Jean on the back as he struggled to catch his breath. “Oh man, if Vanessa could see you now, Captain… she’d probably frame this moment!”

Jean managed to compose himself enough to nod, grinning ear to ear. “Honestly, Captain, you’re really pulling off the ‘romantic fiancé’ look.”

Levi shot him a look of pure disdain, though a slight smirk betrayed him. “If any of you mention this to Vanessa, I’ll have you scrubbing the latrines for a month.”

Hange clapped her hands together, looking at Levi with a look of mock adoration. “Aw, Levi, you look so proud! I knew you’d be the kind of guy to show off his love so boldly.”

Levi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small, almost imperceptible chuckle that escaped him. “You’re all idiots,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Armin, who had finally composed himself, spoke up with a smile. “Captain, we’re just happy for you. Honestly. We might joke around, but we all admire how much you care about Vanessa.”

A quiet nod of agreement went around the room, the laughter slowly fading into a comfortable silence as they all looked at Levi with genuine fondness. Levi felt his chest tighten slightly, the weight of their words settling over him. He hadn’t expected a moment like this to feel so significant, but he realized then that his comrades, his family, were just as invested in his happiness as he was. It was humbling, and it reminded him just how fortunate he was to have them all in his life.

Clearing his throat, Levi glanced down at the absurd shirt again, shaking his head with a rueful smile. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now, someone get me a drink before I decide to throw this shirt out the window.”

Sasha immediately handed him a drink, grinning as she saluted him playfully. “For the most romantic Captain in the Scouts!”

Levi took the drink, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “I swear, you’re all impossible.”

But as he took a sip, surrounded by the laughter and warmth of his friends, he felt a rare sense of contentment settle over him. This was more than just a celebration; it was a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that his happiness mattered to these people, and that they would stand by him no matter what.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and playful jabs. Levi even managed to crack a few jokes of his own, much to the surprise of his comrades, who delighted in seeing this rare, lighter side of him. And despite his initial resistance, he found himself almost… enjoying the ridiculous shirt, if only for the memories it represented.

By the time the night drew to a close, Levi knew he’d carry this moment with him, a testament to the bond he shared with the Scouts. As he prepared to marry Vanessa and embark on a new chapter of his life, he felt a renewed sense of gratitude for the family he’d found here, and he knew that no matter where life took him, he’d always have these memories—and these friends—to carry with him.

…

Levi unlocked the door to his and Vanessa’s apartment, feeling more than a little ridiculous in the bright white T-shirt emblazoned with “I LOVE VANESSA” in bold letters, surrounded by all the various illustrated expressions of his fiancée’s face. He’d never hear the end of it from Hange or the rest of the Scouts, but he was too tired to chase Hange down and retrieve his original shirt. Instead, he’d just decided to wear it home, planning to change into something more comfortable as soon as he got in.

Stepping inside, he let out a small sigh of relief as the familiar comfort of their apartment settled over him. This place, their shared space, had become his sanctuary. It was a stark contrast from the quiet solitude he was once used to, but now, it was filled with warmth, with traces of Vanessa’s touch everywhere—from the soft cushions on the couch to the light scent of vanilla lingering in the air.

As he walked further inside, he spotted Vanessa near the kitchen counter, fiddling with something in her hands. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but the moment she looked up and saw him in the doorway, her eyes widened in surprise—and then she burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, Levi,” she managed between laughs, her hand covering her mouth. “What… what are you wearing?”

Levi felt his face flush slightly, but he crossed his arms and gave her a half-hearted glare. “Don’t ask. This is Hange’s idea of a ‘gift,’” he muttered, glancing down at the absurd shirt. “She and the Scouts thought it’d be funny. And, of course, she stole my original shirt, so I had no choice but to come home like this.”

Vanessa was still giggling, clearly delighted by the sight. “I think it’s cute,” she teased, walking over to him. “You should wear it more often. It shows everyone just how much you love me.”

Levi scoffed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. “If it makes you laugh like this, maybe it’s worth keeping around,” he admitted, his voice softening.

Vanessa stepped closer, reaching out to straighten the collar of the shirt, still grinning. “It’s definitely a keeper. You might even wear it to bed tonight,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

But as Levi took in her playful expression, he noticed a slight flush on her cheeks and the way she kept one hand carefully behind her back, almost as if she were hiding something. His gaze narrowed, his suspicion rising.

“What are you hiding back there?” he asked, nodding his chin toward her hand.

Vanessa’s eyes widened, her smile turning nervous. “What? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she replied quickly, a little too quickly.

Levi raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Really? Because it sure looks like you’re trying to hiide something.”

Vanessa gave him an innocent smile, shrugging her shoulders as if to brush off his suspicion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Levi took a step closer, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as her cheeks grew redder. “You’re a terrible liar, Vanessa,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips. “Come on, let me see it.”

She shook her head, taking a small step back, keeping the mysterious item hidden behind her. “Levi, it’s really nothing. Just… you don’t need to worry about it.”

Levi’s smirk grew, his eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “Oh, now I really want to see it,” he said, taking another step forward.

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to change the subject. She knew that if Levi saw what Emma and Robin had given her, she’d never hear the end of it. It was embarrassing enough that they’d given her such a… bold gift, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face Levi’s reaction.

“Seriously, Levi, it’s… it’s nothing important,” she insisted, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Levi wasn’t buying it. He took another step, closing the distance between them, his smirk turning into a grin. “You know, Vanessa, I don’t give up that easily.”

Before she could react, he lunged forward, reaching around her to grab at whatever she was hiding. Vanessa let out a startled laugh, dodging to the side as she tried to keep the item out of his reach.

“Levi! Stop!” she squealed, twisting to avoid his grasp, but Levi was relentless. He was quick, his hands deftly moving as he tried to catch her, a playful determination in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not stopping until I see what you’re hiding,” he teased, his tone low and mischievous as he reached for her again.

Vanessa laughed, her cheeks burning as she continued to evade him, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he caught her. Levi was far too persistent—and far too skilled—to let her slip away for long. Finally, with a triumphant grin, Levi managed to catch her around the waist, pulling her close as he reached behind her back.

“Got you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he grabbed the small box she had been hiding.

“No!” Vanessa gasped, trying to take it back, but Levi held it out of her reach, giving her a smug look.

“Let’s see what we have here,” he said, his tone teasing as he examined the box. But as he read the label, his eyebrows shot up, a look of surprise—and perhaps a hint of amusement—crossing his face.

Vanessa felt her face go bright red as she watched him realize what he was holding. “Levi, I… I can explain,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Levi opened the box, his eyes widening as he took in the contents—a rather daring-looking toy, courtesy of Emma and Robin, who had clearly thought this was the perfect “bachelorette” gift. He looked back at Vanessa, a smirk forming on his lips as he held up the toy, his expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief.

“Care to explain, Ness?” he asked, his voice filled with playful curiosity.

Vanessa covered her face with her hands, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “It’s… it’s not what you think!” she protested weakly, though she knew that was a terrible lie.

Levi chuckled, holding up the toy and examining it with an intrigued look. “Oh, really? Because it looks exactly like what I think it is,” he said, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Did Emma and Robin give you this?”

Vanessa peeked through her fingers, nodding, her face still burning. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “They thought it would be… funny.”

Levi’s smirk widened, his eyes dancing with mischief as he set the toy down on the counter, leaning in close to her. “I’ll have to thank them,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “They clearly wanted us to… have some fun.”

Vanessa felt her heart race as Levi’s gaze lingered on her, a warmth spreading through her that made her pulse quicken. She could see the playful glint in his eyes, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, I’m not sure I’m ready to use… that,” she admitted, glancing at the toy with a sheepish smile. “But they were so insistent…”

Levi chuckled, pulling her into his arms as he looked down at her, his expression softening. “You don’t have to use anything you’re not comfortable with, Vanessa,” he said, his voice gentle. “All I need is you.”

Vanessa smiled, feeling a wave of relief and affection as she looked up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Levi pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close as they stood together in the quiet comfort of their home. For a moment, the world around them faded away, and all that mattered was the warmth of each other’s presence.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Vanessa felt her embarrassment slowly fade, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have Levi by her side, supporting her, loving her, and making her feel cherished.

And as Levi held her, he silently vowed to make every moment of their life together as full of love, laughter, and warmth as this one.

~

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| sandra oh & she/her | Congratulations, JEAN KIM survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another EMERGENCY DOCTOR, plus they’re only FOURTY FIVE years old. Crazy to think, it’s been 14 MONTHS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the RESIDENTIAL AREA. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember VANCOUVER, CANADA, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were PICKING HER SON FROM COLLEGE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully QUICK THINKING and CLOSED OFF, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play ZOMBIE by THE CRAMBERRIES this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: jean kim

NICKNAMES: n/a

BIRTHDAY: september 5th

AGE: 45

HOMETOWN: vancouver, canada

BIRTHPLACE: vancouver, canada

RELIGION: atheist

EDUCATION: doctor of medicine from ubc

RELATIONSHIP STATUS/FAMILY: married, husband back home. one child (21-26 years old, wc possibility)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5'6"

EYES: brown

HAIR: black, long and wavey. usually tied up in a bun to keep it out of her face

BUILD: slim, curvy

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: n/a

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: reading, sewing, studying, obsessively cleaning her house

LIKES: flowers, organization, the smell of fresh cut grass

DISLIKES: small talks but also deep talks, when she can't find a solution, sharing her feelings

QUIRKS: will take down her hair only to tie it back up ten seconds later, talks with her hands

STRENGTHS: smart, quick thinking, steadfast

WEAKNESSES: closed off, secretive, unemotional

WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN THEY SAW THE TREE AND THE MURDER OF CROWS? WHERE WERE THEY GOING? WERE THEY TRAVELLING ALONE? HOW DID THEY FEEL?

jean had just picked her kid up from college and was on their way back to bring them home for the summer. she was excited to have her not-so baby home again and to hear all about their year. they were chatting away, filling each other in on what was going on in their lives. about half way through the drive, her husband got off work and gave them a call. they were about thirty minutes away from home when they saw the tree. "honey, i'm going to have to call you back, there's a damn tree in the middle of the road," was the last thing she said to her husband. they got out of the car and tried to see if it could be moved. "maybe we can circle back around and find a different way?" she said when the crows started cawing over head. she didn't like this feeling, it was very ominous.

DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST DAY/NIGHT IN TOWN. DID THEY ARRIVE IN THE DAYTIME? WERE THEY WARNED BY THE RESIDENTS? DID THEY HAVE TO BE RESTRAINED?

jean and her kid arrived during the day. they drove into town and stopped at the dinner for directions. she was pointed in the way of the supposed highway but when they started driving again, they just looped back into the town. she started to panic a little but kept it to herself, not wanting her kid to know she was worried. they looped around three times before finally getting out again and asking what the hell was going on. that was when they got the real story of what was going on. she didn't want to believe it. she was a woman of science, she didn't believe in monsters or magic or mystery towns that didn't let you leave. the beginning was hard. she learned quickly that this place wasn't a joke. all she wanted to do was keep her kid safe and try to find a way out of here.

WHAT DID THEY LEAVE BEHIND? WHAT WAS THEIR LIFE LIKE ON THE OUTSIDE?

she left behind her husband whom she loves with all her heart. he was a kind man and a great father. he was also a doctor but while jean worked in a hospital, he had his own practice as a pedestrian. she still has hope of getting out of this place but for now, she helps out at the clinic in town.

wanted connections

mommy and me group: others in town with children, either those in town or ones that are outside. they stick together and help each other out when they needed an extra hand

drinking buddies: jean was a lover of wine back home but the choices are limited here. she tends to frequent the lost and found bar after a hard day at the clinic

friends with benefits/affair: jean still loves her husband very much and wants to get back to him. but....sometimes things happen. maybe there was tension growing for awhile, maybe it was a drunk mistake. either way, jean has needs and can't help herself when they're around. she keeps it a secret and refuses to get close enough to develop feelings (at least that's what she tells herself) bonus points if it's gay and her bisexual awakening

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 You Call My Name, What a Strange Magic (Halldoll) - Mar

A/N: Day 28 of Mayhem: Farmer’s Market

Nicky’s magic flows like rivers in her veins, calm and constant.The way Jaida says her name is a tidal wave that lifts her off the ground and sends her heart spinning.Strange, strange magic.

Tags for @duckprintspress: rpdr fanfiction, may trope mayhem, jaida essence hall, nicky doll, jaida x nicky, magic au

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47698924

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The witch sprays the budding flowers with river water, and they gratefully unfurl their petals. They sway in their pots, gleaming under the sun and grabbing the attention of every passerby in the farmer’s market. They are Nicky’s pride and joy.

An older gentleman leans down and adjusts his glasses to see them better.

“How much for a flower?”

“A childhood dream, or a poem to a lover.”

“Ah, when I was little I wanted to be a train. Not a train conductor, mind you– the whole thing!”

“Really?” Nicky says fascinated, jotting it all down in ink, blotting the page with how fast she is writing. Stupid witch protocols and their aversion to pens.

“Yes,” the man says with a smile as he looks far into the distance. His memories float in thick purple clouds from his mouth to Nicky’s pen. “I wanted to travel long distances and bring people to their loved ones, and I wanted those loved ones to chase after me as I pulled out of the station, waving goodbye until we were just a spot in the distance.”

“That was a good dream,” Nicky says, smiling brightly at the gentleman. She sets down the last dot after the words and the ink glimmers in the paper before settling down. She picks carefully between her flowers, and finds the perfect one for this man. “Here, take it home. Tell it all your worries in the morning, and all your glories at night. It will take it all, good and bad, and it will grow.”

“Bless you,” says the man. He tips his hat goodbye.

A teen shows up not long after, hair dyed the same color as the only flower left. They wave at the flower and the flower waves its leaves.

“Hi! Is this cutie for sale?” says the teen, swaying to the rhythm of the flower.

“Yes, and it looks like it likes you,” Nicky says with pleasure. She only sends her flowers to the best homes.

“I like you too,” the teen says to the flower. “How much?”

“A childhood dream, or a poem to a lover.”

“Oh, man, I’m not much of a poet… and I don’t remember my childhood. Do you take, like, any coin? Like silver or bronze? Crypto?”

Nicky sighs. The exchange rates are brutal, but so many humans insist on using money.

“I can leave it at twenty dollars, plus the warmth of the sun in your face.”

“Deal!”

The teen ruffles through their backpack and puts two crumpled ten dollar bills in Nickys hands, plus some loose candy they find, as a tip. Nicky beckons them closer. She holds their cheeks, chants the words, and watches their cheeks go from rosy to pale, their lips from pink to blue.

“T-that’s c-c-colder than I th-thought,” they say through chattering teeth.

“It goes back to normal in just a few moments, I promise,” Nicky reassures them with a twinge of pity. She gets a stone out of a thermo box and holds it tightly between her hands. The stone absorbs all the warmth. “Stay in the sun for some minutes, and I always recommend a hot coffee,” she says, pointing to the coffee cart at the end of the aisle. “If you tell the girl that the witch sent you, you’ll get a discount,” she winks.

“Sick, thanks,” says the teen, already looking less blue.

They pick up the flower with great care, and they are off.

With the very last of her flowers sold, Nicky begins to clear out her stand. It is so early that she can take a turn around the whole market and be home by sundown. She needs herbs, honey, and questions voiced by children, and she needs time to gather enough courage to visit the coffee cart.

Some days, she has to avoid it entirely and leave the market through the other side. Some days, when she gets close to it, her heart beats loud as a battle drum and all of the squirrels around the park climb down from the trees, hypnotized, and march in a long row after Nicky, scaring the shoppers. Nicky has been told before that, if she can’t get a hold of her powers, they won’t let her rent the stand anymore.

She feels more confident today, however, languid and weakened from the new moon, and her magic is easier to constrain. She takes her sweet time shopping around and not a single squirrel joins her. She takes the offered samples and pretends to eye the products that may be knit blankets or clay pots or wooden toys for all she knows. The coffee cart holds all of her attention.

Nicky steadies her breaths and her magic flows calmly through her veins, constant as a river. There are some people chatting in front of the cart, waiting for their orders, enveloped in the condensation their words form in the cold. It blends with the steam from their coffees, warm as the smile of the girl who’s passing them out. Nicky’s chest burns like a small sun.

The cart is painted a neat white that stands out among the wooden market stalls, and the name is written on the front in elegant cursive letters that Nicky has found herself copying in the margins of her potions books.

Essence

Nicky walks up and the owner welcomes her yelling.

“Nickay!” Jaida screams, twisting the last vowel of her name until it becomes an entirely new sound.

Multilingualism and verbal spells have made Nicky particularly sensitive to sounds. In her second year at the witch academy, one of her classmates tried to bring a chair closer with the accedo spell, but she accidentally said accendo and lit the whole thing on fire. Nothing like watching someone get their eyebrows burned off to learn the importance of phonetics.

When Jaida pronounces her name in that unique way, it’s like Nicky has an entirely new name that belongs to Jaida alone. It feels like a type of magic. That would certainly explain the radiant happiness that manifests in Nicky’s heart at such a simple word. She tampers it down and tries to sound casual.

“Ça va, Jaida? Easy day?”

“Slow day,” Jaida sighs in a low voice, just for Nicky. “I’m dying of boredom out here. Nothing but cappuccinos all day, a girl can only do so many cappuccinos, Nicky! Look at this,” she says, putting a bag of marshmallows in Nicky’s face. “I got these to make hot chocolates, and I haven’t made a single one,” she pouts, making Nicky melt.

“Well, but now you have them for tomorrow, right?”

“I’ve already downed half the bag. You want one?”

Nicky laughs and accepts a marshmallow out of politeness, immediately regretting it when her fingers get all sticky. By the time she finishes it, masking her disgust, Jaida has eaten three more.

“Alright, enough,” Jaida scolds herself with her mouth full, putting the bag away. “What about you? You done already?”

Nicky nods.

“The flowers sell very quickly. I almost cannot keep up.”

“How long does it take to grow them?”

“It takes some weeks. They grow faster in the winter, because I leave the sprouts by the fireplace and they love that. They’re inside plants, you know? They want to be cozy and hear people talk around them. The hard part is that I have to spend so much time inside with them, because they don’t grow if they don’t hear human voices.”

“Girl, leave them with me for a day, I’ll give them back six feet tall. Ain’t nobody quiet in my house.”

“Don’t offer twice, I would love to drop them off somewhere and have a free day.”

“Is there any money in the flower nanny business?”

“Jaida’s daycare for magical flowers?”

“Jaida’s kinder-garden!”

Nicky lets out an undignified snort at the joke which she covers by coughing.

Jaida smiles and leans on her elbows on the counter, closer to Nicky.

“So like, do the flowers speak any language?”

“They should understand every human language, in theory, but I haven’t tested them a lot. I’ve only tried French, English, Latin, Greek, Darija, and ehh, Catalan… and some Spanish.”

“Oh, only those. Pretty shoddy scientific work, Nicky. That will never pass the board.”

“Well, luckily, the board is just me.”

“Paper written by Nicky for Nicky, peer reviewed by Nicky from the Nicky council of Nickys.”

It’s so silly, but Jaida’s voice makes Nicky giggle the more she talks, and she has to rein it in before she attracts another flock of common loons. They’re not even native to the area, but it has happened before. Jaida made a stupid pun and a murmuration of birds obscured the sky, swirling over Nicky’s head and mimicking her laughter. The flock followed her all the way home. They wreaked havoc on her garden.

“Oh, I was gonna ask,” Jaida says, “do you have any more of that cream you gave me for joint pain? It’s so good, I finished the sample already.”

“Did it help?” Nicky says with a luminous smile.

The cart’s light bulbs over their heads shine dangerously bright in a spike of electricity. Jaida looks at them with worry, but Nicky hides her teeth and the light goes back to normal.

“I better unplug these for a minute,” Jaida says.

The cart gets a little dimmer, though still warm in the gray evening. Nicky leans on the counter like Jaida to see her better.

“What was I telling you…” Jaida asks, squinting her eyes. “The cream, yeah. Yes, it was crazy good. I swear that every winter brings some new ache, and this year it was my knuckles’ turn.”

She flexes her fingers with a pained expression, and Nicky already knows how she’ll be spending her evenings the next few days.

“I can make more by Wednesday,” Nicky says.

Monday, if I don’t sleep.

“Really? You’re incredible!”

Her aching hands take Nicky’s with no warning. Thank God Jaida unplugged the lights, or the glass bulbs would have exploded over them. She’s pretty sure the streetlights are getting brighter.

“Of course,” Nicky says, clearing her throat.

She takes back her hands and rubs one over her heart in circles. Counterclockwise, like she was taught, like she does with scared wild animals or sick babies who enter her hut crying in their mothers’ arms, needing to be soothed before they can be healed.

She needs to soothe herself before she can make the offer.

“If you want,” she says when her heartbeat settles down, “I can do a quick lay-on-hands. It’s not as good as the cream, but it lasts almost a day.”

“Really?” Jaida says excitedly. “What’s that, like a massage?”

“Something like it, yes.”

Nicky sets her hands on the counter with the palms up in invitation. Jaida gives her hand with unquestioned trust, and Nicky is so grateful for the complete ease that has marked all of their interactions since they first met. Many humans are wary of her, and some brave souls have even tried to attack her, but not Jaida. Since the very first day, she has only shown curiosity and admiration for Nicky’s craft. Nicky treasures that trust, and repays it whenever she can. Like now.

“Where does it hurt the most?”

“The knuckles, mostly. My wrists kind of crack at night, like a little old lady’s.”

“Okay, relax your hand,” Nicky instructs. Jaida lets her hand rest entirely on hers.

Nicky presses her thumbs on Jaida’s wrist. She closes her eyes. For the first time since she approached Jaida’s cart, she sets her magic free.

It flows from the depths of her mind to her throat, piling incantations on her tongue that she has to swallow down, because it is not the time for words. The magic moves down her arms, burning pleasantly in her palms, and finally reaches her thumbs. When it brushes Jaida’s skin, it recoils.

“This is where the problem is,” Nicky says as she opens her eyes and digs her thumb in the middle of Jaida’s wrists, right on her pulse. It picks up under Nicky’s touch. Jaida must be excited to watch the whole process; she has always shown herself fascinated with magic. “Your body has its own healing energy that flows through your veins. There is something blocking it here,” she runs her thumb over the wrist, “which is why your hand is not curing– healing, I mean. Relax again.”

With some effort, Nicky makes her magic seep through Jaida’s skin. Two paint strokes of radiant blue flow from her thumbs into Jaida’s bloodstream, and although they bump against the blockage, Nicky pushes through and they both see how the magic traces blue rivers down Jaida’s hand and fingers. The beautiful blue glows a dazzling white for a second, and then it is over.

“Can you move your fingers?” Nicky asks in a gentle voice.

Jaida flexes her fingers one by one, entranced.

“That’s wild…” Jaida says, a little breathless. “It doesn’t even hurt, you– you are incredible.”

“It’s just a mid-level transmutation,” Nicky says, trying with all her might to keep her cheeks from turning pink. “Any witch can do that.”

“Are you fucking with me? Nicky, you made literal magic. Let me be impressed,” Jaida urges, squeezing Nicky’s hand.

The gesture could trigger a reaction if Nicky wasn’t entirely captivated by the way Jaida is looking at her. That too, Nicky has learned over time, is its own type of magic.

“Do you want to give me your other hand?” Nicky says, just to have something to say.

Jaida nods and only looks away from Nicky’s eyes to watch the blue rivers form under her skin again.

“Are you gonna let me pay you this time?” Jaida says when they are done and she can flex her fingers painlessly.

Nicky refused to charge her for the cream, using the excuse that it was a sample. Samples don’t usually last for a month, but oh well. Nicky never claimed to be a business woman.

“No, we never charge for this.” When she sees that Jaida is about to argue, she adds: “It is bad luck to heal for money.”

Jaida squints her eyes.

“I don’t believe you.”

“It is bad luck to lie,” Nicky says, biting her tongue.

“You’re just saying whatever, now,” Jaida says, and pushes Nicky’s shoulder. A hard feat, with the counter between them, but Nicky still lets herself be moved by Jaida’s force.

Nicky would like to stay there until the sun sets and the last of the stands is cleared, but she has plants back home waiting for their bedtime story, and ingredients to gather and macerate in oil if she wants to get that cream done in time.

In spite of Nicky’s protests, Jaida sends her home with a tall cup of free coffee made exactly to her taste and a honey-apple roll so fragrant that it fills Nicky’s house with its scent when she leaves it half eaten on her kitchen table. The sweetness and warmth of the drink pools in Nicky’s stomach, and every step home feels like she’s walking on air. For a short second, Nicky wonders if Jaida is hiding powers of her own. But Nicky understands her own heart too well. She knows what is happening, and she knows what kind of magic it is.

The flowers grow heart shaped leaves and pink petals that night, dulcified by the honey in Nicky’s voice. When she takes them to the market on Monday, they are all gone in an hour. Nicky sets one aside, and takes the flower and a tub of healing cream to the cart at the end of the aisle.

Pride Challenge Points: 385

[purplevortexx]

Mixed Up Match Up

summary: in which you meet someone new and don’t realise you could have met him long before you did.

pairing: robert ’bob’ floyd X reader

warnings: ROBERTA

words: 3.7k

a/n: some cute Bob fluff for you all, enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated! 🫶

Also… ROBERTA IS BACK BITCHES!

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“Roberta, I’m here.” You yell as you step through the familiar blue front door armed with a black cat in one hand and your bag in the other.

Placing down the meowing ball of fluff in your arms, you watch as your bundle of black fur disappears round the corner into the kitchen, no doubt searching for her favourite person. You hear a slight clatter, followed by a call of “Y/N honey I’m just baking, come through to the kitchen dear.” You follow the path that your cat, Donut, has taken and are greeted with a delicious smell as you enter the kitchen.

Looking across the room, you see that Donut has comfortably perched herself on the windowsill, fluffy tail waving lazily as she receives scratches on her stomach from Roberta who is mumbling loving praise to the little black cat. “Smells delicious in here!” You tell Roberta in greeting.

“Thank you sweetheart. My grandson’s coming over later, I’m making cookies for him. Chocolate chip, his favourite.” You take a breath in, waiting for the words you know are coming, “He’s still single you know, lovely boy, and he’s in the navy. He’s a-“

“Provider, my baby boy.” You finish for her, having heard all about Roberta’s grandson multiple times before.

Roberta rolls her eyes at you but presses on, “I’m sorry Y/N but I really think you should meet him. And wouldn’t Donut just love another parent!”

“Roberta,” you chastise her affectionately. “I already told you I’m ok as I am. If I meet someone I meet them, I don’t need you setting me up with your grandson.” You turn, making your way to the front door. “Plus Donut hates everyone that isn’t you or me.”

“But-“ she starts, following you out into the hall. You turn slightly. Only then catching a glimpse of her apron donning the phrase ‘your opinion wasn’t in the recipe’ You chuckle at the apron before opening the door.

“Bye Roberta, I’ll be back around 5 for Donut, don’t let her out with the chickens again” you say, bidding her goodbye.

-

The walk to your flower store is thankfully pretty short so you get there within plenty of time to set up for opening. When the alarm on your phone chimes, telling you it’s opening time, you’ve already completed 2 arrangements that are due to be picked up that afternoon as well as another to sit on the display table. Humming contentedly to yourself, you carry the display arrangement to the table and place a price card on it before heading out with your signs and keys. Grabbing the rubber door stop from behind the counter, you prop the door open before pulling your signs out onto the sidewalk. As you move through the doorway, the bottom of one sign catches the doorstop, pulling it from where it is nestled under the door. Your eyes widen in panic as you watch the door start to close on you. Unfortunately there’s nothing you can do but prepare to feel it hit you in the face.

You screw your eyes shut in preparation but then you hear a voice “woah, I got it.” And then… nothing. You open your eyes slowly and are met by the sight of your saviour who has a soft smile and rosy cheeks. He pulls the offending door wide open and grabs one of the signs from you. “You ok?” He asks and you nod dumbly.

It takes you a few seconds to find your voice. “Uh yeah thank you.” You place the remaining sign in your grasp in its place before grabbing the one from the handsome stranger and settling that down on the other side of the door. As you turn to go back into the store, you notice the stranger move to walk in behind you.

“Oh were you needing some flowers?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah, for my grandmother.” You wonder fleetingly if Roberta’s grandson would buy her flowers but shake off the thought as the cute guy in front of you continues talking. “I’ve been away working for a while and she always likes it when I get flowers for her when I visit.” His explanation nearly makes you swoon and pretty sure you may have just met your dream guy.

You ask him a couple of questions about what kind of bouquet he wants to buy including a price range and preferred colours which he answers readily. It’s hard to keep yourself focused as you keep meeting his eyes when you glance up to ask another question. Each time your eyes meet his own blue ones he offers a small smile, his cheeks slowly becoming more red.

“Ok,” you say, snapping yourself out of whatever cringy haze this guy has put you under. “So I’m pretty busy today but your order should be ready by tomorrow morning. You tell him “you can pay for it now or on collection, it’s up to you.”

“I’ll pay now,” he says, pulling out his wallet and you nod, putting the total through the register.

“Can I take a name for the order? Just a first name is fine.” It’s not like you’ll forget him in a hurry but it never hurts to be professional.

“Sure, it’s Bob.” He tells you, shy grin still fixed on his face.

“Well Bob, thank you for saving me from death by door.” You chime, raising your eyebrows in amusement.

He chuckles, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Oh it’s nothing really, the worst you woulda got is a black eye.”

“Well in that case, thank you for helping me avoid a black eye.” You say and he chuckles again in response. You’re pretty sure Bob has no idea you’re attempting to flirt with him.

“Anytime,” he pauses, eyes dropping to your embroidered apron “Y/N”. You feel the corners of your mouth turn up as he says your name. You fall silent, attempting to avoid Bob’s bashful gaze so as not to embarrass yourself further.

Reprieve from your situation comes in the form of your phone’s ringtone blaring out on the counter. You mutter an apology to Bob before grabbing the device and holding up to your ear. “It’ll be ready tomorrow morning.” You tell Bob once again and he nods in understanding.

“Alright, thanks Y/N.” He says, and with that he gives you a parting nod and leaves you to answer the incoming call.

True to your words to Bob, you do in fact have a really busy day at the store meaning you only get to Roberta’s to pick up Donut just after 5:30. You’re already apologising as you walk in the door. “I’m so sorry, I’m late!” You’re greeted with the sight of Roberta sat on the couch with her husband next to her reading a book and Donut sound asleep between them, claws seemingly digging into Jerry’s thigh.

Roberta waves your apology off. “Not to worry dear, these things happen. Although you did just miss my grandson.” You roll your eyes.

“Roberta, for the last time, please stop trying to set me up with him!”

Jerry sighs softly from next to his wife. “Honestly Roberta, let them live. Who knows, Y/N might already have a lover hm?” You cringe at Jerry’s choice of words and shake your head.

“Only me and Donut,” you confirm your relationship status, giving a pointed look to Roberta. “Just the way I like it.” At the mention of her name, the little black cat hops up from where she’d been asleep on the couch between the Floyds and jumps happily into your arms as if confirming your statement.

Roberta just chuckles, taking a sip from her glass of wine. “We’ll see honey,” she tells you. It creeps you out the way she does that. It’s as if she knows that you met someone you kind of like. You’d write it off as a coincidence but it’s happened before. The day after a particularly disastrous date you’d had a few months ago, Roberta had asked you how it went despite you never telling her about it in the first place.

“I swear she’s freaking psychic.” You mutter under your breath, hiding your face in your cat’s fur, quiet enough for Roberta not to hear.

She does however notice that you have said something, “what was that dear?” She asks and you shrug and shake your head.

“Nothing, just talking to Donut” you reply, stroking the purring ball of fluff in your arms who lets out a soft, contented meow. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say, giving a soft smile to Jerry and a small wave to Roberta.

Before you can leave though, Roberta stops you, “oh honey I completely forgot to tell you, Jerry and I are meeting up with some friends tomorrow so I won’t be able to watch this little angel.” She confesses, moving to stand next to you and lay a hand over Donut’s head.

“Little angel my ass,” Jerry mutters, turning the page of his book. “Scratches me any chance she gets that little demon.” Roberta hits her husband lightly on his shoulder as a means of chastising him but he just shrugs and returns to his book, still muttering about ‘that darn cat’.

At the thought of donut having to come with you to work tomorrow, flashbacks from the last time she was in the store plague your mind. Now Donut is generally a very well behaved cat but she tends to get bored quite easily so before Roberta started watching her every day, she had to come with you to work. This resulted in many flowers being eaten and a few displays ripped by tiny kitten claws. It did cease slightly when you brought a bed and toys for Donut to entertain herself throughout the day but when it came close to closing time, and you putting things away, she’d more often than not find something to rip to shreds.

You make a mental note to dig out the spare cat bed from your spare bedroom, along with some toys and pack some food for Donut tomorrow. “It’s alright,” you tell Roberta, “you guys have fun. I guess Donut’ll just have to stay in the store with me all day tomorrow.”

And with that you bid them farewell, giving your cat-sitter a light hug on your way out.

The next morning is more hectic than usual. You had called your mother the night before, asking if she was able to have donut for the day but she declined, stating her new boyfriend was allergic to cats. You’re almost convinced he’s posted on Facebook about having 2 cats before but opt not to get into an argument with your mother about her boyfriends non-existent cat allergy.

After dragging out various cat supplies and sorting them into bags you’re ready to leave for work- albeit 20 minutes later than usual. Not stopping at Roberta’s helps you catch up some lost time, meaning you’re not as late as you first thought but you’re still rushing once you get to the shop, armed with a wriggling cat and all her supplies.

Thankfully, it only takes you a few minutes to set up a corner for Donut for the day, leaving her bed just behind the counter. She slinks tentatively towards it before settling herself in and falling asleep nearly straight away. You sigh in relief, at least she doesn’t seem to want to destroy your store today.

As it’s nearly opening time, you unlock the door and put the signs out before grabbing your diary and opening it to your ‘to do’ list for today.

You quickly get lost in the tasks at hand, barely hearing the the bell attached to the shop door when it chimes softly a couple of hours later, signalling someone has entered the store. “I’ll be out in a minute!” You yell, spotting a shadow of figure stood at the counter.

“Take your time,” the customer hollers back. You stand on your tip toes, straining to reach the tissue paper on the top shelf that would look perfect wrapped around the bouquet you’d just put together for Dotty who lives next door to your mother. You manage to grab the paper and quickly finish off the arrangement before heading out to the front of the store where you’re greeted with a strange sight.

Bob is stood at the counter, which in itself is not all that odd considering he has an order to pick up. What perplexes you is the fact that he’s scratching a purring Donut carefully behind her ears and she’s not attempting to dig her claws into his arm. You’ve lost count of the amount of customers Donut had injured in her time being with you but for some reason she’s decided that Bob is worthy. Not that you blame her of course, he seems pretty worthy to you too- maybe Roberta was right about Donut needing another parent.

The bespectacled man looks up as you make your way to stand behind the counter, noting the way your eyes widen as you take in him stroking your cat. Your bewildered look between him and your feline causes Bob to panic and pause his petting of Donut who leaps from the counter to sit neatly on his shoulder. “Sorry, she just came up to me, I should’ve asked!” He explains, wrapping his hand around Donut’s middle, ready to remove her from his shoulder.

“No you’re fine!” You assure him and he lowers his hand “it’s just she’s never like this with anyone else, she literally hates everyone.” You tell him, chuckling at the sight of Donut happily perched on Bob’s shoulder, tail swaying and tickling the back of his neck.

“Well in that case, I’m honoured.” He says, scratching the chin of the purring ball of fluff. “Does Roberta Floyd watch her at all? It’s just I swear this is the same cat that I saw yesterday.”

You nod in confirmation, reaching out yourself to pet Donut, who is close to falling asleep. “Uh-huh, Donut here goes to Roberta’s when I’m working. She’s out today so it’s ‘bring your cat to work and hope she doesn’t destroy your store’ day for me today,” you ramble, watching as the corner of Bob’s lips turn up at your words. “How do you know Roberta?” You ask. It’s likely Bob’s a new neighbour or maybe related to someone who is. All the scenarios of his connection to your cat-sitter run through your mind but you aren’t prepared for the real reason he knows Roberta.

“She’s my grandmother,”

You nearly faint on the spot. Bob, wonderful, cute, sweet Bob is the grandson Roberta has been trying to set you up with. “Seriously?” You ask, the borderline panicked tone of your voice waking donut from her nap on Bob’s shoulder causing her to jump off the man and walk out of the room.

Bob scratches the back of his neck nervously, “uh…yeah?” It comes out phrased more as a question from Bob, who is thoroughly confused by your reaction.

“Oh my god,”

“Everything ok?” Bob asks, unsure what to do about your current state.

“Uh yeah… it’s just” you cringe inwardly, trying to find the best words. “Um, I’m pretty sure Roberta’s been trying to set me up with you for months.” You say the last sentence with haste, ripping the proverbial band-aid off quickly. “I mean, unless you have a brother?”

He nods quickly, “Um I do have a brother but he’s married so…”

“Right, well I guess it is you she’s been trying to set me up with then” you confirm, rubbing a hand over your arm nervously.

As he takes in your words, Bob turns bright red and his eyes become comically wide. “Oh my god, that makes so much sense.”

“Wait what?”

“I always get her flowers when I come home to visit. She asked me to come here specifically this time, said you do the best flowers in town.” You scoff in disbelief and Bob carries on talking. “They really are the best in town though,” he says weakly, looking down at his shoes and your cheeks start to heat up at his bashful compliment.

“I can’t believe this,” you state, running your hands over your face, unable to grasp that Roberta has meddled this much in both yours and her grandson’s love lives.

Unfortunately Bob takes your statement as you being pissed off at him, which is the furthest thing from the disbelief and slight amusement you’re actually feeling. As such, the bespectacled man in front of you continues his admittedly cute rambling.

“I am so sorry!” He tells you earnestly, his hands wringing together anxiously as he speaks. “She likes to meddle and I promise I didn’t know but I don’t want you to be freaked out so I can just-“

“Bob!” You cut off his rambling by taking hold of both his shoulders

“Yeah?”

“It’s ok, I know you had nothing to do with it.” Bob deflated in relief, “I’m not even mad!” You say and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not?” He asks, in awe that you’re taking this so well. “She basically parent trapped us,” he mutters and you bite your lip to keep a laugh from escaping.

Bob catches sight of the mischievous sparkle in your eye and smiles himself. “What?” He asks,

“I mean you’ve gotta admit, she did get it right.” You say quietly. Bob clears his throat anxiously, and you really hope you’re not getting the wrong end of the stick. You remove your hands from his shoulders, watching as Bob flinches at the loss of contact. He follows your arms with his gaze and in an unexpected move, slides his hands down them until they’re grasping your own.

You glance down to your joined hands and chuckle softly, rubbing your thumb over the back of Bob’s hands. You both stand there, staring at each other intently until Bob breaks the silence with a gentle confession.

“Y’know… uh… I was going to ask you out today,” he admits, face growing redder by the second.

You squeeze his now clammy hands in reassurance. “You still can.”

“Would you want to grab a coffee or go to dinner or something? With me of course. You can bring Donut, I love cats! And dogs… and any animal really! But polar bears freak me out… and butterflies. Once when I was little I-“

“Bob.” You interrupt his sweet rambling again, fondness coating your words. “We can talk about that over dinner yeah?”

“Really?” He asks, dumbfounded that you’d actually want to go out with him.

You nod in confirmation, “uh-huh. Say tomorrow at like 8?” Bob’s eyes widen, trying to process the fact that you agreed to a date with him, even after he told you he’s afraid of butterflies. “You pick the place, I’m fine with pretty much anything.” You tell him and he nods.

“Uh… sure sure, I’ll uh get right on that.” He says and you pull your hands away from his to reach over the counter for your phone. You hold it out to him expectantly and it takes him a few seconds to realise you want him to put his number in.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, cringing at the fact his ability to act like a human being has seemingly gone out of the window. You just shake your head and smile fondly as he types his number into your phone. He doesn’t realise the way he’s acting right now is exactly why you find him so endearing.

He hands your phone back to you with a shy smile, “I guess I should leave you to work then huh?” He says and you nod.

“I guess so,” you reply, taking a step forward so you’re close enough to press a small kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow Bob.”

He grins, “yeah, I’ll text you.” He says and goes to leave your store.

“Uh, Bob?”

“Hm?” He turns back to face you, smile dropping to a look of embarrassment when he spies the bouquet of flowers in your arms.

“Don’t forget Roberta’s flowers.” You call, holding back a chuckle as Bob takes the flowers from your grasp. “Goodbye Bob,” You say, keeping your eyes on him until he’s exited the store, giving you an awkward, dorky wave as he leaves.

Dinner turns out to be amazing and one date turns into two which turns into many, many more as time passes. Eventually you both know you need to come clean to Roberta, which means admitting to Bob’s grandmother that she was right which the stubborn part of you doesn’t want to do.

When you and Bob decide to visit his grandmother together one evening, you walk into her house hand in hand so there’s no mistaking what you are to each other. When you enter, the meddling woman claps her hands together in glee, eyes widening in pure joy when she sees your hands entwined. She goes to speak but before she can you jump in. “Not a damn word,” you tell her and she pulls her fingers up to her lips miming keeping them zipped.

In true Roberta fashion however, she does not stay quiet the whole evening. It’s not as if either you or Bob were expecting her to but it makes you feel slightly sheepish when she says, “now wouldn’t this have been so much easier if you’d have let me set you up weeks ago?” She asks.

“Grandma!” Bob chastises and she just shrugs.

“I’m just sayin’ Y/N didn’t have to nearly get knocked out by a door in order for you two to meet.” She says, placing a hand on her hip.

You see Bob’s mouth open and close, trying to find words to fight back but he can’t find any. You sigh, looking at Roberta fondly and deciding to take one for the team. “Okay fine Roberta , you were right!” A smug smile takes over her lips, “but we got there in the end! It was a bit unorthodox sure but we’re here now right Bob?” You throw the conversation to the man sat next to you who nods, looking into your eyes with pure adoration.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” he tells you, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it.

You smile at the gesture and look up to where Roberta is watching your romantic exchange and decide in that exact moment that you wouldn’t change a thing either.

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Cowboy Like Me | forever

Summary: Aaron Hotchner ends up in Georgia when he goes into witness protection with his son. Staying in the guest house behind a bed and breakfast in a town no one has ever heard of, run by the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Warnings for this chapter: pure fluff, happy ending

word count: 900

Masterlist

2022

The tennis court was covered up, once again, with a big white tent, ready for another wedding. It was a highly anticipated wedding, one that has been put off for 2 years as the world shut down and re-opened again and again. However, being trapped in a house together for all that time really cemented if they were meant to be together or not.

These two were definitely made for each other.

Spencer Reid and Josephine Bowery were the towns new it couple since he arrived in Evermory in June of 2017. Jack introduced them to each other at the end of the year BBQ hosted on the farm, it was love at first sight. 

The curvy red-head was infatuated with him, she listened intently to all his facts, her eyes lit up when he smiled at her and she hung off his arm like a needy child after just one dance with him. And he loved it. He took her on dates all summer long: to the local coffee shop, every week he bought the same bouquet of flowers from Willow for her, they visited museums and took long walks in the fields together. They kissed in the sunflowers and rolled around in the hay as the seasons changed, picked pumpkins for their shared front porch and by Christmas he was asking her to marry him. 

That was right around the time Juliet was born. The first of the Hotchner-Y/L/N children. She was a feisty little thing now, 4 years old and thinking she was the real wedding planner. 

You see, Jo was really nice to Juliet when she came over to plan with Y/N, letting her help with the flower arrangements and taste all the cake options… so now that the wedding was actually happening, she had a clipboard and a stern face as she stood beside her mother and overlooked the set-up. 

“Mama,” she looks up at her, “when are you going to have a wedding?” 

She shrugs and places a hand on her large tummy, “your dad and I are perfectly happy together this way. Plus, I don't think we could even find a dress to fit me.” 

“If you wait for a little more then baby brother could come too?” She problem solves quickly. “I wanna plan your wedding, mama.” 

She swoops down and picks up the ever-growing toddler with a groan, “oh, sweetheart, maybe one day.” 

“Will you plan my wedding one day?” She ponders her cute little face so much like Aarons. 

She could cry, both from being pregnant and the immense amounts of sweetness that came from their little girl. “Of course, honey, and you’ll have it right here so me and daddy can set it all up to perfection for you.” 

“Good,” she smiles again. “I love it here.” 

“I love having you here,” she whispers and presses their noses together. “I waited so long for you, Jules. I love you so much.” 

She snuggles into her mom's chest, holding her back with her tiny little arms. “I love you too, mama.” 

When she sets her down again, she goes running out to her dad so she can help him put out the placemats, now that all the tables were unfolded and set up. 

She’s been here before, watching Aaron set up for a wedding that wasn’t theirs with all the care and delicacy in the world. Only this time, Jack was much older, 16 and about to be a Junior in High school. Still dating his boyfriend Jeremy, the two were basically inseparable. Jack was happier than she’s ever seen him, especially now that he was getting a little brother too. He already worshiped Juliet, she could do no wrong and he would kill anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Their little family was so perfect and complete, even her dad was in love again. 

Diana moved in when Spencer did, only she ended up staying in the guest house permanently. She found it easy to cope with her struggles on the farm, finding structure and balance and even a holistic doctor over in Hockley made her lucid a lot more often than not. She’s a lovely woman, funny and smart, she took in Y/N and Aaron's kids as if they were her grandkids, and she read books to Juliet all the time, especially Shakespeare. 

It was lovely having them join the family. 

The whole BAU was visiting the farm for the wedding too. Jack was currently busy showing Henry and Mike all around the property, JJ and Will were enjoying some alone time in the BnB, Emily was at the bar and Derek was helping Spencer with his suit. 

She met Hank and Savannah earlier, as well as Dave's new wife Crystal and her daughter. The two of them fit right into the town Gossip like they were made for Evermory, sitting beside Inez as she told them everything. 

Seeing their two lives so merged and intertwined was incredible. Like a patchwork quilt all sewn together with golden string, each story so unique and different yet they all ended up here sharing the same chapter on her farm. Making memories the way her mother always dreamed they would on this giant plot of land. 

She could feel her more than ever on days like today. It was as if she was standing over her, hand on her shoulder, watching the work happen with pride. All she ever wanted was to fill their lives with love… and filled with love it was. 

And it would be, for evermore. 

[gucciwins]

Are you Angel?

Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.

Word count: 7413

A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals

A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.

Running towards trouble is second nature to them.

She knew that.

She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.

The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.

Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.

So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.

Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.

She was sure; she knew what to expect.

But she didn't, not until she got the call.

The call that would shatter her heart.

The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.

Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.

That they would be okay.

Until then, she'll wait.

Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.

The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.

She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.

He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.

Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.

This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.

Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.

Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.

She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.

Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.

"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.

"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"

She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.

"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."

She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."

Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.

"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."

She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry." He begins.

"No apologies."

"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."

Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.

Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."

"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.

He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."

"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.

"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."

"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.

"Try my best, angel."

With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.

"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."

Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.

Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.

Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.

The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.

Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.

He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."

"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.

"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."

Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."

Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.

Might as well get ahead.

It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.

He shoots her a text.

Angel

13:24 PM

I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx

Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.

As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.

He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.

Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.

It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.

"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.

"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."

"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.

"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."

"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.

Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.

Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.

"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.

The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."

"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.

Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.

"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.

They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."

Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."

Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."

He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.

"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.

"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.

Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.

"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.

"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."

"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."

Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.

Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.

"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.

"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.

"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.

"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.

Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."

Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.

It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.

That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.

Shit.

He's really in trouble now.

Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."

"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.

He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.

"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."

A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.

Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.

Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.

Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.

She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.

Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.

She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.

2:55

25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.

Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.

As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.

She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.

"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.

"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."

Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"

The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.

Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.

"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.

"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.

"Where are you?"

"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.

"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.

Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.

"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."

Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.

She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.

Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.

"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"

"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."

"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.

They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.

He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.

Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.

The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.

She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.

Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.

"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."

Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.

"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.

"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.

Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.

Harry's head is throbbing.

He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.

They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.

Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.

He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.

"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.

"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.

"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."

Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."

Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.

"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."

"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.

"Yes?" She asks.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."

Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.

"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."

Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."

It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.

Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."

"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."

Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."

"Lucky man," Harry tells him.

"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."

"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.

"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"

Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."

"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."

"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.

"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.

"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.

Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."

Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.

"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," Harry sighs.

"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.

She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.

God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.

Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.

"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.

Y/N feels herself nod.

She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.

"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."

"Y/N," Sarah begins.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.

"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.

"No one is expecting you not to cry."

"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.

"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."

"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.

"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."

She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."

"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."

She chuckles. "Alright."

"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."

"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.

"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."

Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.

The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.

"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.

"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.

"I don't think he'll believe that."

"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.

They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.

Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.

He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.

Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.

It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.

"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.

Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.

"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.

In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.

"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."

"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."

"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."

"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.

"Harry."

"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.

"Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.

"There's something wrong. I can see it."

Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.

Harry is quick to mask his hurt.

"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.

"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.

"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.

"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.

"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.

"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.

What do we do?

"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.

"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.

"I know." She says softly.

"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.

"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."

"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."

Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?

She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.

"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."

"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."

"That it does."

Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.

"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.

It shocks Harry. "What?"

"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."

"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."

"Harry!" She gasps.

He throws his head back, laughing.

"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.

"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."

"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.

"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"

"Guess not."

"Good."

Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.

For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.

Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.

That's all she could ever ask for.

thank you so much for reading!

please send me a message of what you thought or if you'd like to see more firefighter harry

I adore you. take care xx

[shorkbrian]

💖💘my heart’s dizzy and I my dose of serotonin whenever I read your prose🤟🏽😩 was wondering if you could do reader with an erratic future-vision!quirk so when they first meet yandere!Hawks they’re suddenly plagued by erotic, sensual, 365days-level of disturbing visions of them, so reader actively avoids them (it’s like those Tik Tok future-seeing videos playing to “Play Date”)

Prelude - Hawks isn’t a famous pro-hero in this, but he still has his quirk. It’s not really mentioned a bunch tho lol.  This is rlly long, but I decided not to put it into two parts because the smut is so slight lol. Hope this meets your expectations anon, thank you for reading!

Pairing -  Keigo Takami X Reader

Warnings - NSFW mentions, dubcon, noncon. No out-and-out explicit smut, just a really long story. Hawks is manipulative and gets what he wants

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5ukAQcKEIJuzIbP55xp07x?si=iz6I-RoDSdCNYhT2Du8etg

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He was a friend of a friend, someone you had only met once or twice.

Your friend kept bringing him to hangouts, he kept showing up on her instagram feed,  getting mentioned in her twitterbio, and eventually it came out that they had started dating. It didn’t catch anyone by surprise.

What did catch you by surprise, was how infatuated with him your friend was.

“He’s just sooooo hot, isn’t he?” She squealed, shoving her phone in your face to show off a shirtless pic he had just sent her.

You nodded in agreement, quickly appraising the pic before turning your head. Yeah, her boyfriend was attractive, but you weren’t one to ruin relationships. Plus, you and Keigo had never really talked past the brief “Hey” and “Wassup?” said in greeting when introduced the first time.

“Can he come to the mall with us on Friday? I promise there will be no third wheeling.” Your friend begged, clasping her hands together. You thought about it for a second - this had been a fun shopping trip the two of you had planned a few weeks ago, meant as a girls date on a day the mall wouldn’t be crowded. But would it really hurt anything if her boyfriend came along? Probably not.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, watching your friends face erupt into a wide grin. “But don’t ditch me to go makeout in a bathroom or something, got it?”

“Sir yes sir!” Your friend faux saluted, before patting you on the shoulder. “Thanks girlie!”

You jerked back, head suddenly swarming with visions, your quirk activating. Your quirk was helpful in some ways, but you mainly tried not to use it - headaches resulted, and you hated getting glimpses of the future. Sometimes they’d be good, but they were often bad - you had gotten a screenshot glimpse of your brothers death, his face marred and bleeding out onto the pavement.

It still made you sick to think about it.

Touch wasn’t something you could always avoid, but you tried, seeing as how it activated your quirk, giving you visions of your future with whomever you touched, or whoever touched you.

You saw your friends face, eyes puffy with tears, shouting something. Then another scene flashed, your friend on TV, talking to a reporter.

Thankfully, the visions ended, this episode relatively quick due to how short of a time she touched you.

“Oh shit, I forgot, I’m so sorry.” She rushed to apologize, holding her hands up and backing away from you.

“It’s-it’s fine.” You wheezed, waving your hand in the air to signal that it wasn’t a big deal. The vision just probably meant the two of you would get into a fight soon, which wasn’t uncommon.  It was fine, you were fine.

——

The mall wasn’t too crowded, which made the day pleasant. Your friend was talking to her boyfriend, hand tangled with his as the three of you walked in.

“So (Y/N), what do you think about that new Victoria’s Secret launch?” Your friend bumped you with her hip, drawing your attention as she pulled you into the conversation between her and her boyfriend.

“Oh, um… what?” To be fair, you had zoned out when the couple started being gross and mushy, which was like, the second your friend met Keigo at the door.

The blonde man laughed. “Victoria’s Secret just launched a new line of lingerie, have any thoughts about it?”

Turning red, you smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well…. From what I’ve seen of their stuff it’s… nice? So I’m sure it’s good.”

Your friend mock-gasped, almost slapping you on the arm before quickly remembering your quirk, drawing her hand back. You gave a quick nod of thanks.

“(Y/N)! Don’t tell me you didn’t even know about it?! I practically live, eat, and sleep Victoria’s Secret, it’s impossible to miss their product drops when you’re one of my friends.”

Unsure how to respond, you floundered, opening and closing your mouth like a lost fish.

“Babe, leave her be, she’s probably just shy.” Keigo stepped in, giving his girlfriend a chuckle as he steered you both towards a shop.

“Fineeee.” Your friend whined, turning to focus on the task ahead. “They have a VS shop here though, you’re not getting out of here without going in with me!”

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The VS store was huge, smelling sweetly of flowers, bright colors assaulting your vision, soft pop music filling your ears.

It was hard not to cringe at all the fancy lingerie, you were honestly a bit embarrassed to be strolling through the store with your friend, let alone her boyfriend by her side.

“Does-does Keigo mind?” You quietly asked your friend, out of earshot of her boyfriend, who was looking at perfumes, last time you checked.

“Not at all birdie, I’m used to clothes, any form, any shape.”

You whirled around, squeaking in surprise at Keigo, who had apparently finished with browsing the perfume. He was flashing you a 1000 watt grin, continuing with what he was saying. “I’m a model, practically every girl I’ve ever met I’ve seen in less than full underwear, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh…. Cool.” You offered, cheeks turning red again. You felt like such a blushing schoolgirl, turning red when faced with looking at bras and panties, flushing when a man got too close.

It was the nature of the store, you told yourself, that was making you so embarrassed.

“Oo! What do you think of this one?” Your friend was holding up a babydoll, pink, with light fabric and zero coverage.

Keigo wolf whistled. “Man, that’d be a good look for you. Lets buy it.” The couple moved on, pointing at different clothes, your friend occasionally picking one from the rack to hold up against her body, looking for Keigo’s opinion.

They were cute together, laughing over the cheesy names on the tags of the lingerie, holding hands as the browsed, your friend occasionally stopping to plant a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I think that’s everything that I like…. (Y/N), your turn!” Pulled out of your casual observance, you back pedaled. “Me? No, I’m not really the type to wear this kind of stuff - I don’t even think most of it would fit, I have weird proportions.“

“Nonsense!” Keigo looked around for a moment, going to the nearest rack to quickly sift through bras, before pulling one out. “This one would make all the boys drool over you honey.”

He held it out towards you, shaking it slightly when you hesitated to take it. Was your friend okay with him talking to you like that, pushing underwear at you to buy? A quick glance sideways showed she was more than okay with it, clasping her hands excitedly as she watched you.

The bra was sheer, soft lavender fabric forming the cups, an intricate embroidered detail of flowers dotted haphazardly over the bra. It was pretty, but you weren’t exactly partial to it. When would you wear it? Who would you wear it for? You weren’t sure it was your style. Plus, it probably wasn’t even your size.

“My arm’s gettin’ real tired.” Keigo joked, before you finally took the garment from him. Checking the size, you paused for a second, blinking towards the man.

“How did you-?”

“You spend enough time in the fashion industry, you learn to tell a girl’s size just by looking at her.”  He seemed to puff up, as if he was proud of his bra-sizing skills.

“Let me help her pick out some things too!” Your friend cried, rushing past you to head over to the next rack, ushering you to follow with a wave of her hand.

You ended up with an armful of lingerie - bras, panties,  an odd bustier or two, and some other flowy items, like a sheer robe and a lacy chemise. The choices weren’t exactly made by you, more so made by a combination of your friend and Keigo together. They had alternated holding up items towards your body, comparing color and garment cuts, lost in their own mushy-gushy world, and it was almost like you didn’t exist for a few moments, nothing more than a barbie doll to dress up.

But now the three of you stood in line to checkout, and you felt included again, your friend cracking jokes that were making you snort, Keigo watching the two of you interact.

Until your friend accidentally brushed against your arm as she shifted forward in line.

Again, you saw her tearful face, heard her sobbing, before the other scene flashed, of her on TV, talking to the reporter. She still looked upset, eyes rimmed red, nose running, hair a mess.

With a gasp, your vision returned to the present, and you were wobbling on your feet, almost falling.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so so sorry. Here, let me take that, go sit down by the entrance.” She fussed over you, face concerned as she carefully took the stack of clothes from your arms, making sure to not make contact.

“Oh fuck, is she alright?” You heard Keigo ask, your friend stepping in front of you as he moved forward to check on you.

“Yeah, she’s just feeling a little dizzy. Can you make sure she doesn’t fall and crack her head open? Just wait by the entrance please.”

“Okay. Oh, here-“ You were a bit dazed, but you saw Keigo fish his wallet out of his pocket, thrusting the entire thing into his girlfriends hands before patting her on the shoulder “Whichever card is fine.”

And then you were stumbling towards the entrance, towards the bench right outside.

You hated seeing the future. Why was your friend crying? What had happened to elicit such a reaction? The unknowns killed you, kept you up at night as you tried to puzzle out the events that could lead up to the scenes from your visions.

Not looking where you were going, you tripped on air, unable to catch yourself as you plummeted towards the ground.

But then you were seeing Keigo.

He was above you, face flushed and sweaty, hair tousled, his chest bare. The room was dark, barely lit, and he was so close. The man leaned down to kiss you, then the scene changed.

You were bent over a table, only able to see the solid wood your face was smushed against. There was a heat in your belly, a tingling between your thighs, and pressure. Someone was talking - Keigo, muttering behind you angrily. You head was pulled up, a hand fisted in your hair, and then one of your knees was pushed up onto the table, and the pressure inside exploded into pure pleasure.

You felt yourself screaming, bucking your hips as you suffered through whatever the feeling was.

The scene changed again.

Hands tied above your head, you were pressed against a wall, sitting on some kind of…. Saddle? Your legs couldn’t touch the ground, and you squirmed, before gasping loudly.

There was a nub in the seat, ribbed and textured, slick with some kind of liquid… From you? Then you saw Keigo, standing in front of you, smirking at you with hardened eyes.

He had something in his hand, arms crossed over his chest while he fiddled with the object, muscles flexing. He was shirtless again, and-and his cock was hanging out of his sweatpants, pressed against his belly, smearing precum over his skin.

You tried to say something, anything - the visions never lasted this long, it was too intense, there was so much sensation. But your mouth wouldn’t move, choked up.

Keigo’s hand was on his length, rubbing slowly, saying something that didn’t reach your ears.

The scene changed.

Something was shoved down your throat, warm and twitching. You were sobbing, choking, clawing at whatever was in front of you. A dark laugh filled your ears, and you opened your eyes, met with the clenching abs of a strong stomach.

Keigo was brushing your tears, no, smudging them over your face. Were you wearing makeup? His cock was sitting in your throat, his hips moving in tiny jerks, stabbing your esophagus, making you gag.

Then you were back in the present.

A hand was holding your arm, keeping you from falling and making contact with the hard floor.

“-N)? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Talk to me birdie”

You made a panicked noise, pulling yourself out of Keigo’s grip so fast that you fell flat on the floor, scrambling backwards away from the man.

He almost looked scared, confused as he followed after you, holding out his hands. “(Y/N), you gotta calm down, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

The man reached for your arm again and you pressed yourself against the floor, screeching out a loud “No!!” before he could touch you. Keigo paused, looking at his hand, then at you. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna touch you. It’s okay little birdie, you’re alright.” He cooed, sinking to his knees in front of you.

You were hyperventilating, wide eyes trained on Keigo. Your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn’t focus, the sensations of the future still echoing through your body.

Keigo crouched there while you steadied your breathing, talking to you the entire time, trying to help you relax and calm down. You weren’t sure what he was saying, something about the weather? Or a dog? But you could feel your breathing evening out, head clearing.

“Hey, she fall?” You friend was carrying two bags, crouching down beside Keigo, cocking her head at you.

Her boyfriend nodded, turning to her and taking one of the bags. “I caught her, but then she freaked out and fell for real.”

Your friend nodded. “I should’ve told you earlier, she has a touch-based quirk. Every time someone touches her, she sees snippets of her future with that person.”

Keigo cocked his own head, gazing at you curiously. “I guess her future with me isn’t too positive then?”

Your friend shrugged. “Eh, she just hates seeing parts of the future. She doesn’t want to know what’s going to happen, makes her worry or something like that. Don’t take it too personally, she’s like that with everyone.”

“It-it-“ you rasped out, causing both sets of eyes to swivel towards you. “-I hate it... because-‘cause I can’t ever cha-change it.” You shivered.

Keigo nodded in understanding, before rising to his feet. “Think you can walk to my car? I’ll drive you two home, I think you’d benefit from some rest.”

He dropped you off at your apartment, and you wearily waved at the couple as they drove off, before heading inside.

----

A week passed, then two.

The visions you had concerning Keigo were plaguing your mind, filling your body with anxiety. There had been a distinctive feel of fear during each one, and despite all the other various sensations felt, the most overwhelming had been distress.

Whatever was going to happen, you weren’t going to like it.

You were holing up in your apartment, ignoring your roommates when they knocked on your door, only leaving your room to eat or grab water. You couldn’t sleep, too scared you’d have dreams, or more accurately, nightmares of what you had seen.

Curse your quirk.

Trying to pass time, desperate to keep your mind off of the future, you threw yourself into any activity you could find.

First you tried coloring - it was supposed to be relaxing, but it gave you too much time to think.

Then you tried gaming, spending hours in front of your computer mashing the keys. That worked for a bit, but your eyes and head soon protested.

You listened to music at full volume, tried several workout videos, even resorted to cleaning your space with fervent energy.

None of it took your mind off the inevitable.

“(Y/N), someone’s at the door asking for you.” You jerked awake, slumped over uncomfortably on the floor, the half finished card tower in front of you promptly knocked over at your erratic movements.

“(Y/N)?” Your roommate called again.

“Yeah! Coming, sorry.” You mumbled, scrubbing sleep from your eyes. You guess your body would give out sometime and force you to fall asleep, but as you moved to stand, you sorely wished your body had chosen a more comfortable place to pass out.

Opening the front door, you immediately took a cautious step back, sleepy demeanor vanishing.

Keigo smiled at you, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a bouquet of flowers.

Flowers?

“Hey birdie, mind if I come in?”

You stared at him for a second, immediately on guard. Why did he have flowers? Why did he want to come in? Wasn’t he dating your friend? She didn’t live here, what was he doing here?

The man cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at you. You moved to the side, holding open the door for Keigo to come inside.

Your roommates were home. If anything happened, they would be within earshot.

Keigo shot you a smile and a thanks, before immediately moving into the small living room, taking a seat on the couch. When he saw you still hovering by the open door, he patted the cushion beside him.

“Come sit, I promise I don’t bite.” He thought for a moment, before grinning. “Well, not unless you want me to.”

Hesitantly, you shut the front door, going to sit in a ratty armchair further away from the winged man. If this bothered him, the man didn’t let it show other than a short pause before he spoke.

“So, I know it probably seems like, super weird for me to show up at your apartment, but hear me out.”

Flowers were shoved in your lap, Keigo taking great care to avoid touching you.  “I felt bad about the other day, and my girl and I decided that we should get you some flowers. She picked ‘em out, it even says so on the note.”  The man laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s so uptight about this kinda stuff. Anyways, just wanted to say that I’m sorry for grabbing you like that. If I had known, I would’ve let you fall flat on your ass. But I know now, so I’ll be better, cool with you?”

Finishing his little speech, Keigo held out his hands, wings stretching behind him to mimic the gesture.

Looking at the flowers in your lap, you felt your hands shaking. Picking up the little note attached to the bouquet, you found that your friend had indeed picked out the flowers, which made sense. They were your favorites, and in a nice color too.  Keigo had left a messy, scrawled “Sorry!” in one corner, before signing by his girlfriends name.

“Um, thank you Keigo, you didn’t have to apologize.” You murmured, rubbing one of the flower petals between your fingers. You were so glad your quirk extended solely to humans - if you were shown glimpses of the future of everything you touched, you would most likely go mad.

“Nah, I wanted to. Also wanted to swing by, check how you’re doing. You been taking care of yourself?” He relaxed on the couch, legs spread, arms resting behind his head. This wasn’t his home, yet you totally could believe that it was by the ease with which he owned the space with his presence.

“Oh, well… I’m still here, so…” You shrugged.

Keigo frowned. “That’s not a fun answer. How much sleep you been gettin’ each night? Eight hours?”

You shook your head, huffing out a breath in place of a laugh.

Keigo clicked his tongue. “No sleep? That’s bad for you y’know. Have you at least been drinking water? Eatin’?”

You nodded quickly, looking up to meet the man’s gaze. “I’m not a kid. I appreciate your concern, but it’s not necessary.”

At this point, you think the best thing for your health would be for the man to leave.

The blonde man stared at you for a moment, before sighing. “Alright, I get it. But I don’t want to hear that you’ve passed out or something, got it? Your friend would kill me.”

He rose to his feet, and so did you, walking him to the door. “Thanks Keigo, and thank you again for the flowers. That was very sweet of you both.”

Keigo beamed, giving a two fingered salute. “You deserve it birdie. Well, have a good rest of your day, yeah? Eat something.”

You smiled, at Keigo as he turned away, beginning to whistle as he strolled down the hall.

Once the door was shut, you found a vase for the flowers, filling it with water and setting it on the table. Your roommates would think it was pretty, and it was, a nice little centerpiece.

That really was nice of your friend and Keigo to offer you flowers.

——

“Welcome to Gold Nile Jewelers, how can I-“ You blinked at the man entering the shop. “-Keigo.”

“Birdie? You work here?” He looked just as confused as you felt, cocking his head to the side as he approached the counter.

You looked around the small display room, nodding your head. “Yep… You looking for anything specific today?”

“Ah, right!” He clasped his hands together, bending over to lean on the display counter as he looked up at you. “So professional (Y/N), it’s just me.” The man chuckled.

“Actually, I thought I’d get my girl a cute little bracelet or something like that, you think she’d like that?”

Knowing your friend, she’d be ecstactic. “Oh, absolutely. Any particular occasion, or just an “I love you gift”?” You asked, already running through the list of bracelets in stock.

“It’s our two month anniversary in another week, thought I’d get her a little sumn’ sumn’, y’know?”

Gold Nile Jewelers was an expensive store. You patted yourself on the back for not dropping your jaw when he said “two month anniversary”. People came here for wedding rings and special occasion jewelry, not monthly anniversaries like some high schoolers.

Well, unless they were rich.

You showed Keigo the selection of bracelets currently available, the man listening quietly to your product descriptions and recommendations, asking questions about the fit and feel, and if you think your friend would like a particular one.

“Honestly Keigo, I could choose one I think she’d like, but it’d be more special if you chose for her.” You finally told him.  He wasn’t annoying you, but you felt frustrated with his apparent lack of knowledge about his girlfriend. How did he not know what her favorite color was? “I’d suggest coming back in a few days. Go home, see what kind of jewelry she wears, pay attention to the colors she gravitates towards, if she’s allergic to any metals.”

Keigo tapped his chin. “Hmm, you have a good point. I guess I should pay more attention to those kinds of things.”

You nodded as you began to pack the expensive bracelets back into their display cases. “Gifts for a significant other can be hard. Honestly, it means a lot if they pick it out themselves and surprise you with it. Makes it special.”

“Oh, you have a partner?” Keigo asked, bright eyes watching your hands work.

A frown almost crossed your features, but you stopped it before it could show. “Ah, sorry, that’s not really a work-appropriate question.”

“Awh, c’mon! It’s just me, we’re friends, can’t you tell me?” Keigo pouted, batting his eyelashes at you in an exaggerated, dramatic fashion. The display made you laugh, so you indulged him. After all, he was a friend. No harm in telling him something he was bond to know sooner or later.

“I’m actually single right now. But as a jeweler sale associate, I know how much it means to a person when their partner picks out a gift for them, especially if it’s a surprise.”

Keigo nodded his head solemnly.  “That makes sense. I better follow your advice then eh? Find out what she likes-“ he mused “-I can do that.”

“Good luck Keigo!” You called after him as he strolled through the door, waving when he smiled at you, giving that same, goofy two fingered salute that he always did when saying goodbye.

The man unnerved you, the visions you had experienced concerning him making you worry. But as long as he was dating your friend, you felt that you’d be fine.

-----

Keigo showed up again two days later.

“Back so soon?”

“You know me-“ He shook out his umbrella, placing it in the drip-bin by the door, wiping his shoes on the mat. “I always try to be speedy with my work.”

It was grey outside, drizzling slightly. You loved these kinds of days, where you could sit near a window and watch it rain while sipping tea. It was so peaceful and calm, and always soothed your stress.

“Find out anything useful?” Whatever he could tell you would make it easier to refine the jewelry selection for his particular needs.

“So, she doesn’t have any bracelets, and I asked her about why and she said they annoy her. She likes necklaces.” He clarified,. You could tell by the way he puffed up that he felt proud of his detective skills. “I even made a note of the lengths - she likes ones that dip low, which-“ He wolf whistled, and your stomach turned. But it was fine, just awkward.

“Alright, I think we have quite a few like that. Let me collect them for you and lay them out.”

Keigo strolled around the display room while you bustled about, looking in each case at the shiny metals and stones  

You laid out the necklaces, calling Keigo over. The man smiled brightly at you as you showed him the selection, noticing he was gravitating towards the more simply, elegant choices.

“I’m sure she would be thrilled with any of these.” You offered, Keigo silent as he tried to decide between two necklaces.

Still, the man shook his head, quirking his lips. “I just…. I need to see them on, y’know?” Then he brightened, as if he had just thought of something. “Hey, can you try them on? Model one for me? Just to see what it’d look like.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry Keigo, but I’m not allowed to do that, it’s against company policy. Only customers get to try on the jewelry, and that’s if they’re supervised.”

“Awh, c’mon! No one else is here, and I won’t tell.” The man leaned forward, shooting you a quick wink before he snatched up one of the necklaces, holding it out towards you. “Please? I just need to see it. I promise I’ll buy it.”

He was so insistent, and no matter how loud the alarm bells were wringing in your head, you felt cowed by his confidence.

“Um, still… I don’t think it’s allowed-“

“Fuck what’s allowed-“ He cut you off, snorting. “-I want to see what it looks like. It’s just me (Y/N), I’m not gonna snitch.”

A heavy sigh, and you finally agreed, taking the necklace from his nimble fingers.  You slung it around your neck, not fastening the back as you held it in place. Hopefully that would be enough to sate Keigo’s curiosity.

His eyes immediately followed the curve of the necklace, how it dipped low towards your cleavage (curse you for wearing a lower-cut shirt today). You tried to ignore the leering.

“Here, let me help you fasten it, doesn’t look right otherwise.”

Before you could protest, he was sliding behind you, deft hands reaching for the necklace your had in your grasp.

“Keigo no-!”

But it was too late.

You were pressed up against a wall, face-first, your hands gathered into the small of your back and held there with a vice-like grip. There was pressure between your legs, something hammering into you, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Keigo was talking to you, you could tell it was the man by his voice. What was he saying? You were too overwhelmed with the sensation between your legs to focus on the words falling from his lips.

Sweat dripped from your temples, Keigo’s chest pressed up against your back was slick with perspiration, his nipples hard and pressing into your skin. It was an uncomfortable situation-

And then it changed.

You were tied up now, tight enough that you couldn’t move no matter how you thrashed. Knees bound in such a way so your ass was up in the air, arms stretched out in front of you, anchored to the headboard of the bed.

Keigo was behind you again - nothing to indicate that the tongue running through your core was his, but somehow, you knew.

You were begging and pleading, withing in your restraints against his tongue, but he wouldn’t let up, he wouldn’t let you crest the mountain that had built up inside. He kept chuckling, the vibrations running through you and making you buck your hips. You felt disgusting.

Then the bed was gone, and Keigo was in front of you. He was sitting in an office chair, your legs straddling his lap. Hands on your hips were dragging you back and forth, grinding you on the hard member protruding from Keigo’s lap. He was flushed, letting out little moans as he kept eye contact with you, smiling and praising you.

Then you were back.

Gasping, you shot away from Keigo, the expensive necklace clattering to the ground as it fell from your hands.

The man froze, confusion etched across his features as he watched you bend over, trying to catch your breath, to calm down, to ignore the lingering sensations from the futuristic visions.

“(Y/N)…”

“I think-I think you should leave.” You heaved, tears building. That had been awful, everything had felt good but you hadn’t. You felt uncomfortable and disrespected and stupid. That couldn’t be your future with Keigo, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. He was your friend’s boyfriend, for goodness sake!

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but you snapped at him “Leave.”, making the man click his jaw shut.

He walked out the door, shooting you concerned glances the entire way.

You felt better as soon as he was gone, the door clicking shut after him. Thankfully, you were the only employee out front at the moment, and no other customers were present, so no one but you and Keigo had experienced your outburst.

Bending down to pick up the necklace, you inspected it carefully, horrified that you had dropped such an expensive item. It was alright though, so you brought it back to the others, shakily beginning to gather them up to put away.

You didn’t want to see Keigo again.

——-

“I just don’t understand!”

Your friend sobbed, surrounded by tissues on your bed, eyes red and blotchy.  You wished you could rub her back, our give her a hug, but you knew what would happen. So you stayed on the floor, passing up tissues and offering wordless sympathy.

“Why would he break up with me? Why?”

You shrugged, looking for words. “I don’t know… I’m sorry that this happened, but if he can’t see how awesome you are, then he’s an idiot.”

She sniffed, blowing her nose. You could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t say anything further, instead choosing to wipe her eyes.

She had called an hour or so ago, tearful, asking if she could come over. Refused to tell you what was wrong, but the second you let her in, she had burst into tears, explaining everything.

Keigo had broken up with her via text, that asshole.

“I just…. I thought we were good. Did I do something wrong? I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I. You said he just texted you out of the blue?”

She nodded her head, going to blow her nose again. “We were supposed to go out for dinner tomorrow, it’s our two month anniversary.”

You cringed. Did your encounter with Keigo in the jewelry store have something to do with this? Had you driven your friend’s boyfriend away? Had you weirded him out? Oh god, what if this was all your fault?

Your friend broke down into a sob again, slumping onto your bed. You passed her another tissue. “It’ll be okay. I think he’s a stupid fucker that just wanted to play with your heart.  He isn’t worth shit. You deserve so much better than him.”

She nodded, blotchy eyes seeking out your own. In the back of your mind, you cringed, seeing the exact same scene from your vision. Well, at least the two of you hadn’t gotten in a fight.

——-

A few weeks later, Keigo was at your door.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Aw, c’mon (Y/N), at least hear me out?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. Maybe he had a dumb explanation for why he had dumped your friend. You were wary of him accidentally touching you again though. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“No promises.” He grinned, breezing past you and into your apartment. He beelined for the chair you had sat in last time he was here, leaving you to take a seat on the couch.

“Alright-“ He settled in, fixing you with a gleeful eye. “How do you feel about your quirk?”

Caught off guard, you blinked. Wasn’t he going to explain why he had broken your friend’s heart? “Um, what?”

“Your quirk, y’know, the one that makes you see the future?” He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together with a smile. He seemed far too pleased, and it made you nervous.

“I hate it. If I could get rid of it, I would.” You stated, ready to move onto a different topic. But just as you were about to ask him about your friend, he rose to his feet, fishing in his pockets.

He drew out a bracelet, black and red, thin. “Well then, lookie what I have.” The man walked over, sitting down quickly on the couch next to you, causing you to immediately scoot to the end. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized upon noticing your unease. Instead of scooting closer, he simply tossed the bracelet onto your lap, leaning back as he watched you look at it curiously. “Put it on, see how it fits.”

“I don’t need jewelry Keigo, and I think we should be spending our time discussing why you bro-“

“Just put it on (Y/N), please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

Huffing, you did as he asked, clasping the bracelet around your wrist. It fit snug, almost too tight, but it hugged your wrist comfortingly. It was pretty, but you didn’t see what this had to do with your quirk, or with your friend, or anything that held any relevancy.

Bracelet now on, you fixed Keigo with a blank stare. “Happy?”

“I don’t know.” Keigo grinned. “Are you?” And then he was hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, face buried in your neck.

You shrieked, already panicking as you tried to ready yourself for the onslaught of  visions that accompanied physical touch.

They never came.

Choking back a surprised gasp, you drew back from his hug to find Keigo’s eyes, the man smiling down at you as he watched your reaction.

“Kei-Keigo…” You stuttered, shocked, surprised, euphoric, confused - so many emotions, all at once. You couldn’t even think to brush off the hands still around your shoulders, thumbs brushing at the tops of your exposed collarbones by the neck of your shirt.

You weren’t able to think rationally, couldn’t focus on anything but the awe you felt at being touched without being slammed with visions of the future.

You forgot about the terrifying visions you had gotten when Keigo touched you.

You forgot about how he had hurt your friend, broke her heart with no explanation.

You forgot about his hands refusing to leave your body.

“Keigo, this is…. Amazing” You breathed, wide eyes snapping up, catching his smiling face, eyes crinkly and twinkly.

“I had my team modify some quirk-cancelling cuffs! You seemed so upset whenever someone touched you, I couldn’t leave you with such a burden.”

Nodding, you returned your gaze to the bracelet, turning your wrist this way and that to look at the bracelet from different angles.

“I mean, I know how much I like being touched, and touching. I think I’d totally die if I couldn’t.” Keigo chuckled, but you weren’t listening.

The rest of his time sitting next to you on the couch was spent explaining the colors he had spent so long picking (“They’re my personal favorite, aren’t they nice?”) and why he had decided on a bracelet (“It could’ve been a necklace, but I think it looks better in it’s original cuff design, looks cooler that way.”).

By the time he had to leave, you were completely sidetracked, so distracted with your shiny new jewelry that you didn’t even remember to ask what his deal was with being a jerk to your friend, his now ex-girlfriend.

-----

“-and then he gave me the bracelet. I wasn’t thinking much after that, I just… I can hug you, isn’t that incredible?”

You gave your friend another squeeze, feeling a smile dance across your face. But then you sobered, pulling back from her with your hands on her shoulders, quickly becoming serious.

“But he’s really starting to kind of weird me out. Why won’t he explain why he broke up with you? He’s being a little bitch. I tried asking him a couple times, but he kept cutting me off, and I feel like the bracelet was a distraction to stop me from busting his chops about his behavior towards you.”

Your friend looked sad for a second, before shrugging. “I dunno, he just said things weren’t working out, and that while he liked me, he’s not ready for a relationship right now ‘cause of where he’s at in his life.”

“Psh-“ You scoffed, going in for another comforting squeeze for your friend. “-that’s code for “I’m a fuckboy and want to sleep around”.”

“I know….. But it still hurts.” You friend sighed, wrapping her arms around your neck. “But at least he gave you that quirk thing. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I just wish he was a mildly decent person.” You grumbled, detaching from the hug to sit back, glaring at the ceiling. “He gives me the fucking creeps.”

“How so?” You friend locked her head to the side, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. You had called her over the second Keigo had left, finally gathering your wits about you.

“I dunno…” You shrugged, not quite ready to tell her about the disturbing visions containing him. Did that have something to do with their breakup? Was it your fault? What was going to happen with Keigo? It honestly scared you, the residual feelings and sensations you could remember from the visions.

Your friend nodded understandingly. “Some people just give off those vibes. Well, at least we don’t ever have to see him again. Good riddance I say.”

You agreed.

——-

Knocking on the door, you shuffled your feet as you took in the house.

It was one of those rich places - nice neighborhood, fancy street filled with lavish houses, expensive cars. You felt slightly out of place, shifting from foot to foot in your clearance-rack clothes.

The door swung open, revealing a sleepy Keigo, shirtless, clad in nothing but sweatpants.

“Oh, um-“ You quickly turned, averting your eyes, trying to give the man privacy in case he hadn’t realized he was shirtless. It looked like he had just woken up from a nap, eyes blinking owlishly, hair mussed.

“Hey (Y/N), come on in.”

Still keeping your eyes turned away, you stepped inside the opulent house, trying not to gape too much at the decor inside. You didn’t want to look like a complete peasant in front of Keigo, but he’d already been to your house, so you could imagine that he knew of your poor-ness.

“Something wrong? You can look at me y’know, I’m not gonna turn you to stone or something.” Keigo joked, voice entirely too close for comfort.

Head whipping around, you found that he was too close, practically almost touching you as he stood beside you, head cocked as he watched you.

“No… nothings wrong, you’re just…” You gestured to his torso, and Keigo looked down in confusion, before looking back at you, a grin on his face.

“Ah, just woke up.” He shrugged, before reaching out to touch your arm. “Bracelet still keeping that quirk at bay?”

You nodding, following the blonde as he turned and walked further into his house, towards the kitchen.

“Glad to hear! I just wanted to look at it a bit, make sure nothing’s worn or torn, y’know? Hate for you to have to deal with the no-touching thing again.” He said over his shoulder, gesturing for you to sit down at the island, on one of the barstools.

You did so, watching the man open his fridge, take out a carton of milk, uncap it. “Is it too tight?”

“Nope.”

He drank right out of the bottle, and you watched some dribble out of the corner of his mouth, down his chin. The man finished gulping down the milk, taking the bottle away from his lips to swipe at the white trail of liquid rolling down his chin.

Eyes dark, he made contact with your own eyes as he cleaned his chin with a finger, stuffing it in his mouth to suck it clean.

That was gross.

The next second, he was back to normal, cheerfully putting the milk back into the fridge. “Good, good. Now, mind if I take a look at it? You should keep it on though.”

You nodded, and Keigo straightened, walking around the island to sit next to you, shuffling his stool closer.

He grabbed your wrist, laying it out on the island, before beginning to poke at the bracelet, running his fingers over it, fiddling with it, squeezing the tendons in your hand, smoothing his hand up your arm.

It felt a bit intrusive.

“So the visions are all blocked?”

“Yep.”

“And you can touch and be touched?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your appetite? Sometimes complete quirk suppression can make you lose your appetite.”

“It’s been normal, I guess I’m a little hungrier than normal, but I’ve been getting out more too, not as afraid of crowds.”

“Nice! And how about your libido?”

You spluttered, choking on your own spit, snatching your hand away from Keigo’s wandering touches.

“Excuse me? That’s a bit personal, thanks.”

Keigo shrugged, bright eyes hooded and lazy. “It’s just a question.”

“Are you done making sure it’s all good? No broken parts?” You changed the subject, narrowing your eyes. You can’t believe your friend had ever dated him, that you had ever thought he was anything but a playboy.

You wouldn’t even be here, in his house, but he had come into the jewelers a while back (both you and your friend had blocked his number), spouting something about your bracelet needing constant checks and maintenance in order to keep suppressing your quirk. (“Wouldn’t want it to stop working, right? Just stop by sometimes, here’s my address.”).

So here you were.

Keigo leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow at your irritated tone of voice. “Woah there, don’t get snippy. I’m doing you a favor, right? I’m not trying to hurt you or something.”

Technically, you guess he was right. But he had played your friend, had fucked with her feelings. He was a fuckboy, liked messing with each and every girl he could find, and you didn’t care to be one of them.

“And I appreciate that Keigo. But I like to keep my private life private.”

Keigo was silent, simply holding out a hand for you to place your arm in, so he could fiddle more with the bracelet.

Several moments of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. “You’re being awfully ungrateful. It makes me think you don’t even want this little gift. If I were you, I’d be doing everything I could to show the person kind enough to do such a thing for me how thankful I was.”

Lost for words, you stared at the man. Was he expecting some sort of award? Some sort of prize? It’s not like you had anything to give him.

“I don’t have anything to give you in thanks. Just my words, which I’ve said plenty of. I didn’t ask you to make this for me.” You pointed out.

“Sure, but you use it, don’t you? You wouldn’t like it if I took it away, right? Think about how miserable your life was before I gave you this.”

Your life had been miserable. Afraid to go out in crowds, afraid to leave the house, Nervous about grocery shopping, about paying and having the cashier touch your hand as they handed over the change.

Scared of public transportation, of coffeeshops and bookstores, of public parks, even your own home. What if one of your roommates forgot and touched you? Or accidentally bumped into you?

Plus, you could hug now, and shake hands, and slap your friends back when she told a horrible joke, or tap her when you wanted her attention.

You didn’t want to go back to before. “I’m sorry Keigo… I really do think it’s lovely, and I can never thank you enough for doing this for me.”

Keigo let go of your arm, and it swung back to your side. You could feel the man looking at you.

“You know what would let me know that you mean it?”

God, it better not be something sexual.

“You could buy me coffee. Or maybe a cookie from that bakery on 1st Avenue, you know the one? With the little bunny pastries?”

That surprised you.

“You go there? That’s my favorite place.” You mused, looking at Keigo in surprise. He didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d like a place like that. But appearances could be deceiving.

“Of course! I really like their stuff.”

“Alright,” You conceded, rising to your feet. “I’ll get you some stuff from there. Want it today?”

Keigo rose to his feet as well, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah! Let me get dressed real quick, and then I’ll go with you. Don’t go anywhere birdie.” He shot you a wink, before sauntering past you, out of the kitchen.  You raised a brow, surprised. He meant to go with you?

“Make yourself at home while you wait, don’t be afraid to kick up your feet!”  

——-

The bakery smelled as lovely as usual.

A warm atmosphere, good food, friendly employees. It was your favorite place for a reason.

“Alright, what do you want?” You asked Keigo, the two of you staring up at the menu.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What are you going to get?”

“Probably a muffin, those are my favorite.”

“What!?! That’s my favorite too! How crazy.” Keigo smiled at you, dimples showing. You got the feeling that he was brown-nosing you, but you kept the thought to yourself, striding up to the counter to order.

Muffins purchased, you approached Keigo, who was lounging by one of the display cases, admiring the delicate, mouthwatering masterpieces held within.

“All good to go?” His smile was so charming, so friendly, you almost caught yourself wanting to see it more. Huffing in irritation at yourself, you pushed past him, shoving the bag with his muffin into his chest.

“Here’s your stuff. I’m going home now, see you around.”

“Wait!” Keigo turned, jogging a little to catch up as you exited the bakery. “We gotta eat these before they get cold - hey, birdie, are you listening to me?“

You weren’t, stoically keeping your head turned forward, walking with determination. There was only so much of Keigo that you could tolerate, and you had reached your limit. He was starting to really annoy you, didn’t he get that you wanted to go home? You’ll just eat your muffin on the subway, it’s not that hard.

“(Y/N)-“ His sudden growl was punctuated by an arm on your shoulder, spinning you around and pulling you towards the man.

“Hey-!” The sudden collision of your face with his chest knocked your breath away, almost causing you to drop your own muffin in the process.

When you managed to gather yourself, you shot a glare up at Keigo’s face, only to find the blonde smirking down at you, a fierce glint in his eyes.

“I expect you to listen when I’m talking, got it? I don’t like being ignored.”

That’s evident.

You tried to back away, but he still had a hand on your shoulder, squeezing you tight to him. “Keigo! Let me go, you stupid idiot-“

“Stop it, I’m not doing anything to you, ya big baby.” He cooed down at you, before taking his hand away, letting you stumble backwards.

He was just messing with you, teasing you. It was obvious, yet still you allowed him to be around you.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I know all the touching’s gotta be new still. Wanna go eat these in the park? I’ll buy you some ice cream if you want.”

“I don’t want ice cream, I want to go home.”

Keigo frowned, walking after you when you turned on your heel, heading for the subway. “Why do you dislike me so much? I’ve done so much to help you, and yet you spit in my face. Your parents ever teach you how to be grateful? Or even respectful?”

You gasped at his accusation, stopping in your tracks to whirl around, only to find the man far closer than what you had expected. Still, you tried to hide your surprise at his proximity, jabbing a finger in his direction.

“You are a playboy, you broke my friend’s heart, and you want to sleep with every single person you come across just to mess with their feelings. I don’t want to be around you. I won’t get dragged into that.”

The man watched you, face solemn and contemplative. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Why would I say any of that unless it was true?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking up and around, as if gathering his bearings, before back down at you.

“Have you ever considered that I’m the one getting my heart broken?”

“Yeah right-“ You scoffed, only for Keigo to cut you off.

“People want to sleep with me because they think it’ll get them something that they want. Fifteen second fame, a piece in a tabloid about my “new lover”…. Think it’ll help them further their career, or that I’ll give them money. I can’t find anyone real.

“And my friend wasn’t real enough for you?” You spat, not believing him for a second.

“Nope.  You think she liked me for who I am?”

“Uh, yeah? She gushed to me all the damn time about how good you were, how she felt about you. That girl held nothing but love and affection for you.”

The man snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure, love for my wallet.”

“She’s not like that.” You argued, brows furrowing.

“Really? Cause she was sucking me dry, and not even in a sexy way.”

You crinkled your nose at what he was implying. Your friend wasn’t like that, she truly had felt for Keigo, had liked him as her boyfriend. She wasn’t just a leech.

“I’m done talking about my failed love life.” Keigo said lowly, nudging your shoulder. “I just thought two friends could hangout, but it seems like you think all I do is try and fuck people.”

“No, Kiego…. That’s not what I meant.” Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but right now…. You almost felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

Some of what he was saying made sense, how people would try and use him for various reasons. But that still didn’t explain his sudden and harsh breakup with your friend. And over text no less, a complete douche move!

But you felt bad about his words, about how he seemed to actually want to hangout, and yet you were accusing him of trying to sleep with you. But what about those visions you had had? Was that even how they went? Or were you remembering falsely based on your bias towards the man?

And what about his suggestive touches, his leering gaze? Was that maybe just how he always was, and it wasn’t exclusive to you? Were you inflating your place in his life, thinking that he wanted you?

It was confusing, and you didn’t want to think about it, try and untangle the lies from the truth. Right now, you just wanted to eat your muffin.

“If you really didn’t mean it, then can we go eat these in the park? I just want to chill with someone that isn’t trying to gain something from me. I want to spend time with someone that’s real.”

With a half-irritated sigh, you nodded, hoping you wouldn’t regret hanging out with the obnoxious man.

-----

He kept calling you, texting you. You’d had to unblock his number at some point, in order for him to text you about the bracelet and when he needed to look at it.

“Come overrrrr, I’m bored!”

“Birdie, are you hungry? The delivery place gave me extra Torikatsu and I don’t want it to go bad. Can I come drop it off?”

He’d swing by the jewelers, leaning over the counter to talk to you about a recent shoot he’d booked, or something he saw recently.

Keigo seemed to slowly insert himself into every facet of your live, against your will, ignoring every subtle, irritated attempt of yours to turn him away. Every single time you saw him, your mind would inevitably think of the visions, but you felt like you couldn’t trust yourself with those anymore.

The man assured you at every step, he had no romantic feelings for you, he just wanted a friend, someone to put him in his place, be honest with him.

You definitely were honest.

Snapping at him when he showed up at your apartment uninvited, coming up behind you on the street and grabbing your sides, laughing when you shrieked and tried to hit your attacker, only to realize it was Keigo.

Tearing into him when he tried to talk badly about your friend - she had been having less and less contact with you, and you couldn’t figure out why. Now your relationship with her was reduced to curt text messages. Maybe she was just going through a hard time, and wanted alone time? Still, you let her know you were there for her, whenever she needed.

You were honest when Keigo asked your opinion on food, TV shows, clothes, movies. It was almost satisfying saying something sucked, just to see Keigo’s face fall slightly, before he shook his head, whining.

“Then help me pick something out! I can’t do it without you-“

He totally could, he was just being a baby.

The more he inserted himself into your life, the more you realized that he was akin to a petulant child, just with muscles and a penchant for inappropriate touching.

Whenever he saw you, he’d try to draw you into a hug, letting his hands drop far down your back, way too low for you to feel comfortable. You’d slap them away, and Keigo would laugh, before ruffling your hair.

He’d have you come over so he could check your quirk suppressor, except he was in the middle of a show, and it was getting to the best part. (“Sit down, shhh, it’s just getting good!”) You’d have to sit through the entire thing, enduring Kiego’s hand lazily drawing shapes over your pants on your thigh, simply putting it back whenever you shoved it off.

He was insufferable, irritating to no end, but you could tell he was a lonely man, bitter about his love life and with his friendships.

So you tolerated his presence.

After all, he wasn’t trying to hurt you. That’s something he reiterated every single time you shied away from his touch. He made you feel like a fool for thinking the man was hitting on you, when he made it so clear that he wasn’t, only interested in friendship.

Until you fell asleep at his house.

Another one of those days were he needed to look at your quirk suppressor (which you were 99% sure was fine, it seemed like he just enjoyed seeing it on your wrist). He had been rummaging around in his room before he had to run and open the front door for you, talking as he walked back to return to his previous task.

Apparently he was trying to find a good shirt, seeing as how he had pants on, but his chest was bare. Keigo instructed you to sit on the bed for a second while he retreated into his massive closet, trying to find a good shirt  to go with the rest of his outfit.

His bedroom was pretty large, a full California King taking up the majority of the space, neatly made. The sheets and blankets felt soft beneath your fingers as you sat on it’s edge, prepared to wait for Keigo for a bit.

The man always took his fashion very seriously - one time he’d even spent two hours trying on clothes until he’d decided on an appropriate outfit to go to the park.

So you followed your tired eyes, exhausted from work and dealing with Keigo, worrying about your friend, daily life stressors and the like.  Keigo wouldn’t mind if you laid back, right? Your feet wouldn’t be on the bed, so it’d be fine.

And it was fine, pleasant, the room the perfect temperature.

You were roughly jerked out of sleep by pressure. Pressure on your hips, pressure on your lips.

Eyes jolting open, you tried to inhale, only to find yourself unsuccessful.

Keigo was on top of you.

Panicking, your hands came to push at him, a muffled sound of protest being squeaked out from where his lips pressed against yours.

Noticing you were awake, Keigo pulled back, smiling the whole while.

“I’m not willing to wait anymore, I just gotta have you.”

His eyes were glinting, hair tousled, still shirtless. You felt goosebumps arise as you remembered the vision you had so long ago, of this exact moment.

“Wai-mmph!” His lips were on yours again, passionate and warm, moving eagerly. A wet tongue pressed at the seam of your mouth, surprising you and making you blanch, which allowed the man access.

Kiego’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth, playfully tapping your own wet muscle, encouraging you to lift it and wrestle with him.

This was too weird, this wasn’t happening, you couldn’t do this-

Biting down hard, you snapped your teeth shut on his tongue, and Keigo yelped, drawing back immediately.

“Ouch, what the fuck!?! Chill out (Y/N), geez.” His hand was dabbing at his mouth, wincing when it came in contact with his bleeding tongue. You had bitten him deep, but you weren’t focused on that right now.

“What are-what are you doing?” Your voice was breathless, disoriented. The room felt…. Dark, and suffocating, as if it was closing in on the two of you, trapping you.

Keigo looked down at you, and it was only then that you realized you had been moved to lie on the bed fully, shoes off, legs splayed. The man rested on his stomach between them, his weight pressed against your body, keeping you still.

“I told you, I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been as nice as I can, but it’s time you started paying me back for everything I’ve done for you.”

What? Paying him back-was he talking about the quirk suppressor he had gifted you? Had he been lying about his true intentions this whole time?

“That’s not right, it was a gift, you-you don’t have to pay back a gift.” You spluttered, feeling as if your chest was collapsing.

Keigo shook his head, swooping down to leave a bloody kiss on your forehead, which you cringed at, before pulling back to speak.

“Nah, it wasn’t a gift. You know how expensive it was? You were always gonna have to compensate me. Now shush, I wanna feel you-“

One of his hands grabbed your jaw, keeping your face turned towards his, pressing down until tears formed in your eyes. His lips were bloody from the bite on his tongue, tasting unmistakably like iron.

You didn’t want this.

Trying to bite him again left you with a slap to your thigh, making you cry out. Keigo huffed out a laugh against your mouth.

He detached from your lips, just to start nibbling at your jawline, elating streaks of red where his lips touched.

“God, you are so sexy. I was trying to chill, but then I came out and you were sleepin’ all cute, and I couldn’t fucking stop myself from touching.”

“Stop doing this, I can pay you with something different. I don’t wanna do this Keigo.” You whispered, on the verge of crying.

“No, I get to decide what you’ll be doing for me, it’s my bracelet-“

“It’s not, you gave it to me, please stop-“

“Shut up.” He growled sinking his teeth into the side of your neck, nipping at the skin hard enough to have you screaming. “You’re so ungrateful, where’s my thanks? I’ve done so much for you.”

“Thank you, thank you Keigo, I appreciate it all-“ You hurried out, hoping it was what he wanted to hear “But I can’t do this, please don’t make me. I wanna go home.”

“There we go, I like the sound of you thanking me. You’re going to thank me for each and every time you cum tonight, got it?”

“No, no, we can’t do this, I can’t! Get off of me, please-“

“You’ll do it, or else I’ll whip you until your flesh hangs off of you in strings.” He hissed, squeezing your jaw cruelly.

The tears in your eyes overflowed as you fell silent.

“Aw, birdie, don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you, I never have, right?” He waited for a second, watching your face before he pressed harder, eyes hardening “Right?“

You nodded jerkily, and Keigo came to kiss your tears away, savoring their salty taste as they rolled down your cheeks.

“Keigo, this isn’t right though, please get off me. I don’t want this-“

“You want me to take this away?” A hand caught your shaking wrist, the one that had the quirk suppressor fastened snugly around it, wrenching it up so both of you could see it. “Huh? Put you back where you were in your miserable little life? Running away from everyone, holing up in your apartment, not willing to touch or be touched…”

The very thought made your insides churn, and a fresh round of tears rolled down your face as you shook your head no, lips wobbling as you whined. You felt so pathetic, so small and dumb underneath Keigo.

“That’s what I thought. You’re going to relax now, right? No more begging unless it’s for more.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, beginning to shuffle around until he could slide his hands under your shirt, pressing against your tummy as you flinched away.

“Don’t worry birdie, you’re gonna like every single thing we’re gonna do. You’ve had sex now, yeah? Since I gave you the bracelet?”

You shook your head “no”, it’s not like you were eager for sex before you got it, and all the touching-without-terrifying-visions thing was still new to you, the dating world was being eased into. Somehow though, every single date seemed to be crashed by the man on top of you.

Keigo lit up like a Christmas tree, licking his lips gleefully. “Okay, okay, I can-whew, that’s hot-I can be gentle.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, his hands skirting up your ribs, shucking up your shirt as the traveled higher and higher.

“Keigo please-“

“Don’t you dare say stop, I’m not gonna. You’re the first person that doesn’t want anything from me, you’re real, and I’m not stopping.”

His admission made you cringe, recoiling from his touch. He followed you, palms finally smoothing over your breasts, over your bra.

“You’re going to do what I say, or else this-“ Your wrist was wrenched into view, red-and-black bracelet glittering. “-gets removed. And I’ll still do whatever the fuck I want, but you’ll be off in your mind having visions of who-knows-what while I have my way. Got it?”

Your blood chilled, body suddenly feeling ice cold. His tone was dead serious, spitting out the words with a sense of finality.

“So, just lay there and take it birdie, I’ll be good to you.”

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FATWS One Shot #4 - Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: Cursing, Implied PTSD, Mention of IED, Motorcycle Ride Without Helmets

Setting/Characters: Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Sam’s therapy group, Lady at the Front Desk, Mentions of Peggy Carter and Riley

A/N: Here’s number 4! Like I said in the previous One Shot, I’m hoping to get TWS One Shots done today and tomorrow. Um, I don’t have a lot to say this time since I unloaded pretty much everything in the last One Shot. So, I guess that’s all!

This isn’t beta’d, as usual, so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this part, thank you for reading, and stay tuned!

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(PICTURE DOESN’T REPRESENT READER, JUST WHAT THE ART STEVE DREW LOOKS LIKE!)

“How is she?”

Steve nodded, taking the helmet he insisted on keeping for you in the compartment under his seat out and handing it over. What a hypocrite. “She’s fine. I guess. She…forgot. We were in the middle of a conversation and she…forgot I was alive.”

You gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Alzheimer’s is a scary thing. I’m sorry. It must be hard seeing your best girl go through that.” He froze, his wide eyes scanning you. You ignored his gaze, giving him the helmet back. You really hoped it didn’t come out as sad and spiteful as you meant it. You didn’t want to despise her, you really didn’t. You couldn’t. You had too much respect for her. She did help build the organization you worked for. You just hated the position you found yourself in. “We’re just going to the VA. It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”

“No, honey. I don’t want you getting hurt-”

“I won’t, Steve.” You pushed back. “I’ve done it before in a lot more dangerous places than the streets of DC. Plus, I trust you. You wouldn’t let me get hurt, would you?”

His lips turned up slightly, his head shaking just enough. “No. No, I wouldn’t. Hop on, then.” He jerked his head to his bike, putting the helmet away before sitting down with you following his lead. You pressed against him, an arm around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips lightly. “Ready?”

“Mhmm.” You hummed, setting your chin on his shoulder.

The bike roared to life underneath you before you took off. You were never worried when Steve drove. Sometimes he liked going fast when you two go for a drive through backroads of Virginia for a weekend, camping underneath the stars. But when you were in DC, he cruised, fast enough that you could get pulled over for doing ten over, but slow enough that you didn’t have to shout over the rush of the wind combing through your hair.

He usually talked to you while driving, but he was quiet this time. You turned your head to study him. His jaw ticked ever so often, his eyebrows furrowed and those pink lips turned down.

You didn’t want to distract him, but you couldn’t help but lift your free hand, tracing his jaw from his chin to his ear before pressing soft circles into the hinge of his jaw with your thumb. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”

“No. No, you’re perfect, honey.” He reassured quickly, moving around a car, side eyeing you for just a second. “I’ve just…there’s a lot on my mind. A lot I need to figure out.”

You nodded. “If you ever need me. I’m here.”

He grinned, taking your hand in one of his to press a kiss to the knuckles, eyes not leaving the road. “I know.”

“Tell me more about this Sam Wilson guy.”

Steve chuckled before telling you about his run the day prior and how he lapped Wilson a few times and their conversation afterwards. He was just finishing up when he parked in the parking garage of the VA, “and then Natasha drove up saying she was looking for a fossil she was supposed to pick up.”

“A fossil.” You snorted. “I’m gonna have to use that.”

He gave you a playful glare as you swung your leg around and stood up. Catching your jaw between his fingers, he chuckled when he squished your cheeks together. “Call me a fossil, honey, and I’ll tell Fury the only way I’m doing missions is if you don’t.”

You gasped, shaking your head. “You ‘ouldn’!” You slurred out, trying to talk with your lips pursed.

He gave a little giggle, gently making your head move up and down in a nod. “Oh yes I would.” He pecked your nose, letting go of your cheeks. “C’mon, dame.” You blinked after him as he started towards the elevators with long strides.

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

He smirked at you over his shoulder as you jogged to catch up, holding his hand out behind him. “C’mon. You know I’d never do that to ya.”

Narrowing your eyes, you snatched his hand and huffed. “Well…yeah. But still.”

Another chuckle left his lips, pulling you closer to his side as you pressed the button for the elevator, leaving a kiss on your head. You fell into comfortable silence after that, Steve’s thumb tracing patterns on your hand while you waited for the elevator to ding.

When it finally did, Steve had a pen pulled out and, as you entered the elevator, he pulled your hand up closer to his face, lifting the writing utensil to the back of your palm.

You didn’t say anything, merely looking around the elevator after pushing the level you were going to. It was something you found that calmed Steve; drawing. So whenever he was bored or anxious, you let him draw on your hand. He used to ask, but he stopped after you told him you’d never say no.

The elevator dinged and the doors open, causing Steve to stop inking up your skin and drop your still linked hands down to your sides, shoving his pen in his pocket. You looked down at the partial flower and leaves wrapping around your wrist, smiling affectionately. He really was a good artist.

The lady at the front desk told you where to go when you asked for Sam Wilson, which Steve did rather eagerly, making you laugh. He had told you about Sam’s want to impress her when he came in. Apparently he was with a group, but she said it was okay for you to go in as long as you didn’t disrupt anything. Steve thanked her, before following her directions down the hall and around the corner.

You heard them before you saw them. A woman was talking, telling a story of how she got pulled over the previous week. Steve leaned against a column to the side of the room, out of the way, putting his hands in his pockets. You let his hand go to allow him to do so, linking your arm with his and holding his wrist with your free hand.

“I swerved…to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.”

You watched Steve’s reactions through the rest of the session. It wasn’t much longer - maybe ten minutes - before it ended. You had tried to convince him to go to one of these when he first got out of the ice, but he refused.

“I’ve already got you, honey. That’s all I need.”

And, yes, he did have you; your assignment was literally helping him with that stuff. But you still thought he’d benefit from it. Especially now since you had started going back on your own assignments. Maybe he’d start going to Wilson’s.

After the meeting, you and Steve walked up to the veteran who had just finished his farewells and started cleaning up the table at the front with brochures and things. “Look who it is. The running man. And who’s this pretty lady?”

You smiled, sticking out your hand, your name leaving your lips in an introduction. “Sam Wilson.” He shook your hand with a grin of his own. “Nice to meet you, cher.”

“You too, Sam.”

“We caught the last few minutes.” Steve stated, leaning on the wall again, keeping his arm linked with yours. “It’s pretty intense.”

You listened sadly as Sam told you two about his wingman, Riley, but you didn’t pity him. You knew what it was like to lose people and you hated the pity you received from others. You were glad to see he wasn’t beating himself up over it, even allowing himself to smile as the conversation shifted to his retirement. Steve was right; he did seem like a good guy. 

“Are you thinking about getting out?”

You glanced up at Steve as he answered “no.” You saw the hesitation in his eyes that flickered to you, before he met Sam’s again. “I don’t know.” Hearing Steve admit that he didn’t know what he wanted made your heartache. You wanted him to be happy, and the fact that he didn’t know what made him happy caused you to grip his arm tighter.

You, Sam, and Steve talked a bit longer, getting to know each other a little better. You even did the unthinkable and told him you worked for SHIELD when he asked how you two knew each other. Steve raised an amused eyebrow as your eyes widened, your hand slapping over your mouth.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe I just told you that. You can’t tell anyone.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

You finally said bye when Sam mentioned needing to get back to work. Walking back towards the elevators, Steve chuckled and nudged you. “You warmed up to him quickly.”

“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes, your face landing in your hands. “Oh my God. I’ve never told anyone that. Ever.”

“I told you. He’s a good person. Easy to talk to.”

“Yeah…speaking of,” you tilted your head up to him as you stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind you. “Do you want to get out?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly. “That’s not what I said. I just…I don’t really know…what to do.”

You pouted a little, tilting your head. “What would you’ve done in the 40’s? After the war?”

“I dunno.” He shuffled on his feet. “Be a lab rat.”

“Steven-”

“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” Your frown deepened, your arms crossing over your chest. “Please don’t.” He said softly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, one thumb smoothing out your forehead while the other ran over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m not. I, just…worry.”

He placed his lips to your forehead, hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer. “Well don’t.”

Your hands mimicked his previous position, holding his face, thumb brushing under his eyes. Your eyes caught sight of the barely started design on your hand, and your lips pursed thoughtfully. 

“What?”

“Drawing makes you happy.” He blinked at your words, confusion in those ocean eyes of his. “You said you don’t know what makes you happy. Drawing does. And you’re really good at it. You could be an artist or something. Like a tattoo artist. I’d go to you. I mean, look at this!” You showed him your hand. “It’s not even halfway done and you did it with a crappy dollar store pen”

He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate that, honey, but I don’t think I could do that day in and day out.”

“Even with new customers coming in every day, asking for different designs in different places?”

Giving a chuckle, he leaned into your palm, kissing it. “You really want me to think about this don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Duh!”

He shook his head, ducking down to press his lips to your cheek, before laying his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m okay right now.”

“Are you?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed, arms wrapping around you. “Because I have you. And you make me happy, honey.”

You hugged him back, face pressing into his neck. You were glad you made him happy. And as long as you made him happy, you’d keep this relationship the way it was. Even if that meant you’d never be his best girl. “You make me happy too, bubs.”

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[missvifdor]

My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:

My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?

Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *

* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *

Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.

Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?

My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?

Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...

Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!

Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.

Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *

My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.

Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!

My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?

Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *

Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!

My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!

Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.

* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *

* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *

My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.

Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!

My MC /OC /YUU: ....

Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!

My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.

Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...

* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *

Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.

Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!

My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?

Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?

My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...

Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.

Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.

* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *

My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!

* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *

My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!

Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?

My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...

* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *

Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!

My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?

Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.

My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *

Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!

* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *

Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.

Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!

Crewel: Yes.

Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!

Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...

Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?

Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.

Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!

Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.

Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...

Jamil: Grimm, do you know?

Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!

Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.

Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.

Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!

Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!

Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.

Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!

Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.

Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!

Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!

Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!

Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!

Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.

Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!

Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...

* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *

Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?

Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.

The boys went by one by one and finally ....

Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *

My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!

Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *

My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!

Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?

My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!

* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *

My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!

Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.

My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?

Twisted boy: I would love that!

* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *

Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions and how they celebrate birthdays(whether theirs, the Sole Survivors, etc)(+Maxson)? *My birthday is coming up on July 31 so ye.*

(I feel like celebrating their own birthday might get a little depressing with our more edgy companions *cough* X6 *cough* so I'll give you them celebrating sole's! These are more on the platonic side but if anyone wants romantic, just send an ask!)

Cait:

•As one could probably guess, Cait isn't exactly equipped to throw some extravagant birthday bash. She wouldn't even know where to start. Plus as bad as it might sound, unless she's particularly close to you, she may even feel a little weird trying to do anything for you.

•Now that that's out the way- Cait would do simple things to celebrate. Maybe share a couple halfway decent beers with you, have some laughs..maybe go out and terrorize the town with some light hearted trouble making if you'd up to it.

•If you're especially close, she'll do her best to get her hands on a little gift for you. Most likely a new knife.

Curie:

•She does her level best to put together some type of gift basket- including stimpacks, hub flowers, low-radiation snacks, and a sweet little heartfelt handwritten note (granted she's a synth)

•Would try to get some of your friends together for a "party", taking extra careful precautions not to let those who want to rip each other's eyes out mingle.

Danse:

•He'll try his best to make it special, no matter how silly it is.

•If it's pre-Blind Betrayal, he'll wake up extra specially early and grab you an actual hot breakfast from the mess hall, maybe even throwing in a fancy lad snack cake as a makeshift birthday cake. He won't sing happy birthday for you though, but hey, he will let you skip out on morning training exercises.

•Now if it's post-Blind Betrayal, the snack cakes are still on the table but no mess hall breakfast. Seriously though, Danse with his newfound time to spend would spruce up your power armour and maybe a couple of guns if he knows you wouldn't mind.

Deacon:

•HQ party? Oh yeah. Expect everyone to be forced into wearing stupid, vibrant birthday hats handmade by Deacon himself. How he even knew it was your birthday is yet another one of Deacon's mysteries.

•Anyways- He genuinely wants you to know that you're appreciated, and doing so on your birthday just seems fitting. Even if he does so by dancing around like an idiot with a terribly beaten up piñata so you laugh.

Gage:

•Tries not to "overdo" it, seeing as these types of things were pretty much alien to him. Think about it- you think raiders throw birthday parties? Even if they do, it's probably not the traditional party a pre-war vaulter would vibe with, even the overboss.

•He'd celebrate with just the two of you up in Fizztop, two chairs pulled up to the balcony so you can view the little raider kingdom you've established.

•Might even sing you happy birthday if he's in a particularly good mood, chuckling the entire time through it before taking a nice long drag of a cigarette to hopefully deter you from noticing the blush on his face.

•It might not be much, but his company and maybe a couple ice cold colas is hopefully enough.

Hancock:

•Oh, he's making a big deal out it.

•Makes sure to decorate the Old Statehouse, invite some of your friends over, shit- he might even get some fireworks if you don't mind him being a little "extra"

•You're a very important person to Hancock and Hancock treats important people in his life well. Expect a party like none other and quite possibly little gifts from the inhabitants of Goodneighbor that know you well, including your very own "Happy Birthday" sung by Magnolia.

•Will dance with you if you're up to it.

Macready:

•Believe it or not, he's right up there with Hancock when it comes to enthusiasm for celebrating. Sure, he may not have a whole big place to decorate and throw a party but..hey, he does his damn best. Birthdays have always been fun for Mac, ever since Little Lamplight.

•It may be a little crappy, but he'll hand make little decorations and stuff for your home in Sanctuary- put together a little buffet of both your fave snacks and pig out.

•Later on, and only if you're up for it, Mac might just show his more childish side and propose making a "birthday blanket fort".

Maxson:

•I hope you know that it's not just Arthur celebrating- bastard made sure to go behind your back to the proctors and Captain Kells to orchestrate a little surprise party for you.

•It may not be an overly done up party, but you'll get the privilege of the Elder singing for you and an alarmingly eloquent birthday letter from said elder after all the other officers return to their stations.

•If you have no other duties to tend to (which you won't because he said so) Arthur will then proceed to invite you to his quarters for drinks and maybe a game or two of chess...which somehow turns to him bringing you on a vertibird joyride.

Nick:

•He's actually hella fun.

•He manages to set up this elaborate birthday themed scavenger hunt, leaving clues with your friends so everyone gets to be involved. Each individual clue leads you to small presents he managed to acquire until finally you find yourself where he put the actual party together at.

Piper:

•Just to be a little different, Piper decided to gift you a recording of her and Nat singing "Happy Birthday, Blue!"  Perhaps secretly hoping it would take place of the heart wrenching "Hi Honey!" tape you seemed to painfully play every once in a while.

•In any other news, Piper would also be happy to put together a little get together for you and the rest of your companions so everyone can celebrate together.

Preston:

•The entirety of the Minutemen are going to be celebrating. Think Hancock can throw some parties? You oughta see how these people get down. Expect a whole bonfire party, violin playing with dancers, and the finest wasteland chow (which probably is halfway edible) If you don't reign them back, they might start firing artillery rounds in stead of fireworks.

X6-88:

•It's probably a strange celebration idea but..X6 isn't exactly savvy to what most people do for their birthdays seeing as The Institute doesn't celebrate synths’...much less treat them as humans.

•Through his job, X6 has seen some of the most impressive sights the Commonwealth can offer- so to commemorate your birthday, he decided to take you around and see them all.

(And a happy early birthday to you! Hope it’s a good one ❤️)