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We doodling…

[kijagf]

the inherent melancholy of being alive is eating me from the inside out. but it's fine

[tinyowlthoughts]

The EC-Theobromine: Chocolate

"Ugh, I would kill for some chocolate right now."

Gorvan fumbled the holopad he'd been typing on, all four hands brushing against the screen as he tried to keep it from hitting the ship floor. He failed and it bounced off the tiles - thankfully neither breaking, nor denting the flooring. Grimacing, he swept it up with his tail and checked over the casing, before the alarming words registered in his head. A glance at the couch showed the human - Max - hadn't moved - still twisted up in their weird, pretzely way, chin in their weird five-fingered hand as they peered at the passing stars with a far-away look in their eyes.

"You, uh, want...chocolate?" He asked, certain he'd misheard.

"Oh my god, yes." Max heaved a sigh, shoulders rising to their weird, inefficient ears before dropping back down. "Jesus, I'd even eat a Hershey's Bar right now."

Gorvan gripped his tablet with two of his hands, hard enough to crack the casing. "Oh, um - what is a 'Hershey'?"

Max didn't look away from the window, still lost gazing into the galaxy. "It's a type of chocolate bar from Earth. Maybe a Mars Bar or a Milky Way would be better..."

Gorvan huffed through his nostrils, tail lashing anxiously behind him. "Oh. Um. I - er, I forgot I have a meeting with Captain! I have to go." Without waiting for an answer he turned and fled the recreation room, hooved feet clattering against the floor, desperate to report what he had heard. He missed the bemused look Max gave him before returning to his star gazing.

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"Max."

The human paused upon entering the meeting room, seeing the rest of the C7H8N4O2 Star Explorer gathered around the table. All eight were tense in their seats, and the moth-like Elaana looked like she'd been crying. (Well, the species equivalent, which appeared as a dusting of pollen along her sharp cheekbones.)

Taurvin, the captain, was sitting in the largest seat at the head of the table, his considerable bulk looming over the rest of them. Oddly, the first-mate seat to his left was empty. Gorvan was instead sitting in Max's own.

"Uh, hey all. We playing musical chairs?" Max glanced between the empty chair and Gorvan, but when nobody asked for an explanation to their odd human reference (a common occurrence), they figured it wasn't the time for jokes.

"Have a seat, Max." Taurvin motioned to the first mate seat and, with a bit of hesitation, Max moved to take it. Luckily Gorvan, despite being bulky himself, wasn't too much larger than a standard human and the chair was comfortable enough. "We have something important to address."

Oh god above, what had they done this time? Max tried to think back to all the interactions he'd had onboard the last few weeks, but couldn't come up with anything too egregious. Sure, there was the whole joke with 'human snot is acidic' thing but that had been more of a gross-out joke for Elaana, the ships medic, who hadn't seemed to upset when he accidentally sneezed on her a few days later and dropped the act. Epitak, the ships engineer, had been pretty pissed when ze found out Max had taken apart the air filtration unit in their quarters to try and understand how it worked, but ze had also walked him through repairing it, so they thought it was all forgiven.

Oh jeeze, had they found the plans to get a kitten onboard under the 'emotional assistance animal' loophole?

"Max." Taurvin's normally jolly voice was grave, and all the crews eyes were on them as he spoke. "It has come to my attention that you have been expressing some...troubling thoughts."

Okay, definitely the kitten thing then. "Look, I can explain," they started, but Taurvin held up a large, three-fingered hand and stopped them.

"I do not want you to feel pressured to speak to us if you do not wish to. As a member of the Intergalactic Exploration Society, you have access to mental health resources at no cost, any time, anywhere. I will be more than happy to assist you in setting up a link to a therapist through HR and, if required, will grant you time off the ship if you need it. You are the best navigator I have ever seen, and I do not want to lose you."

"Well, thanks, but uh, what do you mean?" Max glanced around the table and noticed that their normally upbeat crew were all showing signs of distress (Elaana was brushing away newly fallen pollen from her compound eyes).

"Max, you requested chocolate." Gorvan reminded them. "This morning, you said you would even eat a substance known as a Hershey Bar from your home planet." The human had never heard the first mate sound so distressed. When Max just blinked, Epitak took over, beak clacking anxiously as ze spoke.

"We understand that many planets have government programs in place for self euthanasia," ze explained, technical as always in his word choice, "but we aboard this ship would much rather assist you in healing rather than lose you, despite what you may feel is best for you. Suicide by theobromine is not the way forward."

"...what."

"It's okay, love!" The pollen was flowing freely from Elaana's eyes now, and she blinked it away with her long lashes. If there weren't a table between them, Max was sure she would have bundled them up in a full-wing hug and refused to let them go. "We'll support you through it all, we promise. You're part of our crew - our family, and we never want you to feel otherwise!"

"Well, uh, thanks. I see you all as family too...?" Max glanced at the four remaining crew members. Dhaca and Lenzoill were quiet but obviously upset, Qhals was staring at the ceiling with their fanged muzzle pulled into a tight grimace, and Ir'ith was -

Ir'ith was smirking.

Max narrowed their eyes at the inventory manager who also served as the ships cook (for the simple fact that he was the only one onboard who could cook). The zad merely shrugged when their eyes met, though his grin was growing.

"I think I'm missing something here." Max admitted, looking between Gorvan and Taurvin. "This is all because I got a chocolate craving?"

"A craving?" Elaana almost lunged across the table at the word, the only thing holder her back Ir'ith's hand on her shoulder. "You mean you've had chocolate before?"

"Well, yeah? All the time." Max was not expecting the horrified expressions they received.

"So humans treat theobromine as a drug?" Epitak asked, aghast.

"Noooo...? It's a dessert. Like, a sweet treat." Max had no idea what was going on now, but by the way Ir'ith's shoulders were shaking, he did. "Hershey's is a candy bar."

"Wait," Dhaca finally spoke up, leaning forward and shoving his glasses (well, glass - one lens for one eye and all) to the top of his head, "theobromine is not toxic to humans?"

"I'm assuming that theo-stuff is chocolate?" When Dhaca nodded, Max nodded in return. "Yeah, no, chocolate isn't toxic to humans. I ate it all the time on Earth."

Ir'ith gave up and cackled, sounding a bit like the grackles Max used to watch in their back garden on Earth. The avian's wings flapped a few times as he laughed, having to lean forward and grasp his stomach with taloned claws to keep himself from falling out of his chair. When he finally glanced up at Max, it was to the flattest look the human could manage, which only sent him into another gale of laughter.

Taurvin sighed, pinching the bridge of his boar-like snout. "I believe this has all been a misunderstanding," he spoke over the cooks laughter, which had turned into squeaky gasps. "Dismissed."

A few befuddled glances were thrown Max's way, but the rest of the crew were quick to leave, avoiding Ir'ith's flapping wings as they squeezed out of the room. Soon only the cook, first mate, captain, and navigator were left.

"Sorry, kid." Ir'ith finally came up for breath, wiping at his eyes as he regained his composure. He fished into one of the many pockets that adorned his poncho and produced a bar wrapped in purple foil, which he tossed to Max. The human caught it and felt their whole face light up. "No hard feelings, right?"

"None at all, dude!" Max tore open the wrapping and took a big bite of the Cadbury Dairy Milk Bar, nearly melting at the familiar, sweet flavor exploding on their tongue.

"For the record," Ir'ith said as he stood, cracking his back, "Zad's can eat chocolate to. Let me know next time you have a craving." He sauntered out of the room, humming happily.

The three sat in silence for a moment, other than the crinkle of the chocolate bar wrapper. Finally, Taurvin cleared his throat.

"Max, I apologize for not conferring with you in private beforehand." The captain sighed. "I did not wish to embarrass you, but an intervention was suggested and I believed that comfort from your crew would be the best way to show the seriousness of our support were you truly entertaining the thought of self euthanasia."

The human shrugged. "It was nice to hear you all care about me, even though I've only been on board a few months," they admitted. "And I got chocolate out of it." He wiggled the remains of the bar.

"Still, if you ever feel the need for mental health services, they are available to you. And if there is ever anything I or the rest of the crew can do to assist you in that way, please don't hesitate to ask." Taurvin placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head, a show of sincerity for his people.

"Well," Max tapped the chocolate against their chin in thought, "there may be one thing. Have you ever heard of cats?"

Next: Bluffing

EC Theobromine Character & Worldbuilding Notes

Original Reddit Prompt:

[finelinevogue]

ethereal

summary - azriel is lucky you are his

word count - ~400 words

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Azriel watched you walk down the stairs.

Your hand held onto the bannister as you carefully walked yourself down the midnight blue carpet, using your other hand to hold up your dress skirt.

You looked something out of Azriel’s ethereal dreams.

Like something that had accidentally fallen from the sky during Skyfall - like you had a glow that proved you were too good to be walking amongst everyone else.

“Wow. She looks beautiful.” Mor whispered next to him.

Azriel thought you looked more than just beautiful, but he couldn’t think of a good enough word to describe how he felt.

“I’m jealous I didn’t win her over first.” Amren joked, hoping to rile Azriel up a little bit but he was barely listening - his entire focus was on you.

How could it not be?

He felt it would be silly to take his eyes off you for even a second.

Azriel walked closer to the bottom of the stairs to greet you. He watched as you carefully watched where you were stepping, whilst also trying to smile towards Azriel.

He could feel your happiness through the bond.

It was your first ball being a part of the Inner Circle and you’d been preparing for it since last week. You’d gone dress shopping with Feyre last week. Nail painting a few days ago with Mor. All day today with Nesta as she helped you with your hair and makeup.

Azriel felt like all the moments you’d been preparing and spending time away from him were worth it for how he felt for you right now.

He held out his hand for you as you neared the bottom.

“Evening.” You said softly.

Azriel didn’t hear a thing. He was too busy watching your pink painted lips part and move as if you were speaking, but he was too focused to pay attention.

“Definitely.” Azriel said in reply and you chuckled.

“Az, love?” You prompted.

“Mm?”

“Are you okay?” You stepped closer to him and he noticed your breath hitch when you realised he had bathed in the salts you loved the best.

“N-no.” He whispered as you got closer.

“Be calm, brother.” Cassian passed by with Nesta, nudging Azriel on the back as he did.

You smiled as Azriel helped you down all the stairs.

Standing in front of you, hands in yours, you leant up and kissed him gently on the cheek. He closed his eyes as he felt the warm press of your lips on his skin - one of his favourite feelings in the worlds.

“I’ve left a stain.” You giggled when you pulled away, reaching up a hand to wipe it away.

Azriel caught your hand quickly, enjoying the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours. There was nothing more grounding than that.

“Leave it. Please.” He said softly, watching your face beam up at his as he spoke.

“Az, it’s a big pink patch on your cheek! Looks like you’re blushing constantly.”

“That’s already quite believable when you’re standing next to me.” Azriel brought your hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Oh you’re so smooth tonight. Or at least you think you are, love.”

“I’m a mess next to you, Y/N. You make me feel… well… everything all at once and it’s overwhelming in the most amazing way. I crave you at every moment and I love you every second we breathe. I’m lucky that the Mother made me wait for you.”

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part one)

tutor!jayce talis x reader, modern college au

content: reader is forced to take gen ed classes in order to graduate college. this unfortunately includes physics for which you desperately need a tutor for...jayce talis happens to need community service and is available to help. (references to adhd/neurodivergence in this chapter, that’s all)

notes: hiii. as i am on my indefinite break from golden boy, i wanted to start something else bc the yearn for jayce content can only be filled as long as i work to preserve him myself... so here’s my first official series!! double note, while this is modern, i still want to keep hints and references to the show/characters so they’re believable! so if you see viktor talking in a way that seems unnatural with dialogue, its just my smarty pants bf being his smart self with vast vocabulary. 🤍

word count: 1.5k

series masterlist here

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The absolute worst part of college is being forced to take the general education classes simply to graduate. You were an arts major, there was no reason for you to be cramming your brain with math equations so many years after high school—and yet here you were. Unfortunately, you waited until later in your university career to take on the required course load, and now you were stuck in one of the only classes with availability that worked with your schedule—physics. The thought of the class alone made your head hurt. The only upside was having it with a friend, albeit much more skilled at the subject, Viktor was always welcome company. 

“I hate these weekly quizzes, I genuinely cannot afford to fail another one.” 

Viktor chuckled, “The subject matter isn’t that difficult…” 

“We can’t all be geniuses, Viktor.” 

“Yes, some of us are more skilled than others, I’d say.” He moved to gather his books, the class having ended. 

You mirrored his action, packing your bag as you spoke to him. “Natural skill or not, this shit is actually dumb…makes me feel dumb.” 

“You are not dumb,” he reassured you, “It can be a lot to comprehend.” 

You shuffled through the aisle, following behind Viktor as he moved toward the exit. “It’s these gen ed classes…why do I need to understand physics for liberal arts. Granted, I know the school is more tech based…but I changed my major! I should be free of the shackles of math by now.” You wiped a hand over your face, clearly exasperated. 

You matched Viktor’s steps, picking up a bit to open the door for him. The slight breeze of the outside air brushed over you—cooling the heat that you didn’t realize was there. A breath left you, exhaling the bubbling rage in you. 

Viktor reached a hand toward your shoulder, grasping it with a firm encouragement. “You will conquer physics. Natural skill…or not.” He smiled again, a teasing tone on his voice. 

“Viktor!” You swatted his hand away, “I hate you! Could you at least offer a solution? These quizzes are literally every week. What’s the point of checking my comprehension if I know I’m gonna fail-“ 

“Listen, you will not fail. In fact,” he paused, “I have a solution for this little conflict.” 

“The solution being?” 

He stopped walking, an obvious look on his face, “Get a tutor.” 

A scoff, “Yeah right. I’m not in middle school. I don’t need a tutor, Viktor.” You started walking again, “Besides, why can’t you just help me—you’re all the tutor I need!” 

“I have quite a bit on my plate this term already. I have two labs, recitations, and work-“ 

“Which is just code for find time to see Sky, got it.” 

He didn’t reply to that, not directly. But the way he blushed and looked away was indication enough. Viktor explained before that he and Sky have known each other practically their whole lives. They always saw each other around; the fact that they ended up at the same school was purely by fate, or chance, Viktor would say. That was, despite the relatively high probability with there being so few state schools. 

He changed the subject, leading you across the street. “I know someone who would be willing to help. He mentioned needing community service.” 

“Fine, I guess…” 

“Good, because we’re here.” 

You looked up, the student resource center labeled clearly in front of you. The prospect of walking in was already daunting. You loved independence and it often came at the expense of feeling incompetent when you had to ask for help. You confided in Viktor about that before. He figured the best way was to just show up, not giving you the opportunity to get yourself worked up and find an excuse to not go. 

He opened the door, tilting his head towards the inside. “You got this.” 

You shook your head, the idea making you nauseous. He returned the motion, this time shaking his head. You can do this. 

It took a second, but you finally walked in, Viktor slightly on your trail. “He should be here, he told me he would be.” He continued as you nodded silently, “Oh, there he is.” 

His back was to you, speaking to a woman he seemed to be friendly with. His shoulders were wide, making her barely visible to you from this angle—but she was undoubtedly stunning. You couldn’t help but acknowledge the way they so enthusiastically spoke. You didn’t want to interrupt, that would be embarrassing, torturous, even. Instead, you turned to the desk, eyeing the receptionist. She seemed to be close to your age…which somehow made you even more nervous—gosh. 

“Hi…” You cleared your throat, “Hi, I wanted to ask about tutoring? Like for physics?” 

Viktor nodded behind you, proud of the seemingly small gesture. He knew this was actually an immense step for you. 

The receptionist greeted you back, “We do have physics tutoring available! There are a few student volunteers, but we usually assign according to those with a more free schedule…” She looked to her left, pointing to the QR code that faced toward you. “You can register here, it’s fairly quick and someone…” she locked onto the man across from her, still mid conversation. “Someone should be able to help you get started today actually…Jayce!” 

You turned to see the man pause his conversation, a brow raising at his name being called. Recognition flashed in your direction as well, “Oh hey, Viktor.” 

“Hello, Jayce.” 

The man walked up to the counter, a more annoyed tone and body language accompanied him, then. It wasn’t genuine, but rather one out of familiarity, like he and the receptionist had known each other a while. It was quite jovial, actually. “What do you want, Cait?” 

She rolled her eyes at that, “Someone needs a tutor,” she smiled at you before looking to him with a grimace, “You’re a tutor, correct?” 

He shrugged, “I need community service.” 

“Great, so you two are a match, then.” 

Your phone suddenly became rather interesting—the simple intake form immediately became numerous pages long and excessively tedious. You felt his eyes on you, though, and saw a hand out towards you in your peripheral. “Nice to meet you…Jayce.” 

You looked up finally, reaching to shake his outstretched hand. The only thing that came to you was your name—first and last, simple. 

He half smiled, echoing your reply, “Jayce Talis. I like the formality.” He chuckled, dropping your hand. 

You looked back silently at Viktor, a sort of terror on your face. He spoke then, “I should be going. Shouldn’t these two have their introductory meeting now?” He observed your twisted facial expression, looking towards the desk for a reply. 

She nodded, “Great idea! It’s a short one, just getting to know one another and scheduling for later. You can use that room right there,” she looked at the computer in front of her for confirmation, “It should be empty for a few more minutes!” She motioned her hands for you two to hurry along. The man, Jayce…Jayce Talis…walked over and spoke to the woman he’d been talking to before. You couldn’t hear them, but observed the way he rubbed her arm before reaching for a hug. You tried not to stare, but you weren’t entirely familiar with the resource center and he was supposed to be leading you, you thought. 

You trailed behind Jayce, turning back to see Viktor. He stood with a hand on his cane, the other with a thumbs up to you. You nodded, rubbing your hands awkwardly at your sides. You watched as Jayce opened the door, stepping back to let you in first. That was nice. You held a tight smile, a pleasantry you’d grown accustomed to displaying in uncomfortable situations such as this one. 

Both of you sat down, a brief silence filling the room. Jayce spoke first, “So what brings you to tutoring?” 

You swallowed, “I am not great at physics…I’m pretty bad at it actually…and Viktor said you could help.” 

He nodded, “You two are friends?” 

“Yeah, we met a while back. How do you know each other?” 

“Lab partners, same major, rest is history.” 

“Right…” A huff from you and the shuffle of Jayce reaching in his pocket were the only sounds in the room. 

“So,” he scrolled on his phone, “You noted you have a hard time focusing. Is it just this class?” 

“Not just physics, no. I have a hard time paying attention in general. Bad memory, disorganized brain, the works. Makes retaining the information really hard as you can imagine.”

“I get that, but we can work on that…find things that help you remember a bit better…make it more interesting.” 

You could only blink as a response. This was the first time you could recall, besides with close friends, that someone didn’t make you feel extremely weird for not being able to stay focused. You often skipped from one topic to the next, forgetting your starting point. Conversations would float away from you, or you’d get too emotionally invested. People would call you loud, random, even. You appreciated that Jayce replied simply, concisely, offering a solution. Sure, it was his job…kind of…but it felt pretty good. 

“Thank you.” 

“Sure.” 

He went over a few more questions with you—referring to the intake form you’d filled out on your phone. In no time, you had set a meeting time for the following day. 

Both of you stood, collecting your bags. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow.” 

part two

[leggerefiore]

Various Dinner Date Ideas

cw: food discussion, fluff

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Nanu, Grimsley, Colress, Larry, Lear

▲Ingo▼

● The fast food restaurant was not the worst among the ones present in Nimbasa, and you were not going to pretend that you were above eating at one in this lifetime. That, and, well, Ingo certainly could prove himself a bit of a forgetful eater, so seeing him able to happily munch on something was an appealing sight. The older twin often skipped his breaks and meals to focus on work. His dedication was admirable, but his health was concerning. So, when he asked to stop for dinner at a fast food place, you were not going to stop him from having a small indulgence.

● You both sat at a table as people around faded in and out while the employees worked away in the background. Ingo happily ate the burger he has ordered, finally getting a proper calorie intake for the day. A few fries were shared between you both as he spoke about his day. Apparently, it had been quite eventful as the busy season rolled in. Transit management during the holidays sounded quite maddening, so you listened to him rant and laughed at his face growing red when he realised what he was doing. Still, you reassured him it was fine. It was nice to see the overly formal man relax and be himself. He cleared his throat and finished his food, making sure that you did as well. It was not much of a dinner date, but you certainly felt that you had enjoyed yourself.

▽Emmet△

○ The bakery café was a nicer one, as Emmet had quite familiarised himself with the money sweet sellers in the city. Many seemed to recognise him, too. Greeting him with a smile despite his usual brevity with words. The younger twin's sweet tooth was no well-kept secret. Most knew how to get to his heart was to bring him something sugary. He was quite easy to please, but it was certainly unlikely to actually sway him in any case. Really, it was a bit concerning how much he consumed, but it never seemed to affect him. His happiness seemed most important in the end – Even Ingo had relented that. It was no surprise when he brought you there even when this was supposed to be a dinner date.

○ You shared a table, enjoying coffee and a bit of sugar alongside a sandwich, thankfully for some actual nutrition. Emmet smiled at the strawberry chiffon cake he had ordered before bringing his fork down into it. The sweet was soon to disappear as he finally had a moment to enjoy it. You sighed at the sight, but his genuine happiness made it hard to complain. He rested his head in his hand as he watched you enjoy your own order. The joy really had reached his eyes, showing that it was more than just his usual grin plastered on his face. You supposed it was not the worst spot for dinner, especially when it clearly made Emmet so happy. He only giggled when you lightly chided him for his tastes as you left together.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss was not really one for dates. If you asked, he would go, but he otherwise was not much of an initiator for anything romantic. So, when he offered to eat out dinner with you, it was difficult to say no. Though, ending up in a fast place was a bit surprising. He sat across from you at the table, almost making you laugh at his suit, being a bit ruffled from his long day at work. Beef bowls. You supposed off all people, Cyrus did seem quite fond of protein. He was surprisingly muscular under all his layers and baggier preference towards clothing. You sat with him, quickly ordering your own choice off the menu. His order was quite large, making you sigh. He probably skipped out on lunch. Cyrus was really not the type to pull away from work unless he had to.

☄️ You both ate in a relative silence, making you wonder if this was even a date at all. But, he seemed to take occasional glances at you. It was clear he was observing you, likely attempting to make sure that you were enjoying yourself. The thought made you chuckle. When you both finished, he covered the bill and headed out with you. The streets of Veilstone were empty as night landed and the chill of wind whipped through. His hand held your own. You leaned into his side to stave off some of the weather. He finally spoke more than just a simple greeting. “… I apologise for how busy I've been lately,” his voice was a deep rumble, “I will try for a proper date sometime soon.” Suddenly, you could forgive him.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The Kahuna was a pretty predictable man. Despite how mysterious and unknown as he came off, there was a pattern to him, and it was hard to break it. So, unsurprisingly, dinner was a similar thing quite often. More often than not, the old man could be seen with a cup noodle quietly watching something on his monitor with a Meowth curled up in his lap. But, he also ventured out to other places. Sushi High Roller was a place where one could frequently find the man enjoying a meal. And, well, if he was offering a meal date. It was more than likely you would find yourself there with the Nanu. The staff clearly knew him well, regularly greeting the Kahuna eagerly.

🌑 Which led to you sitting across from him as he ate the Ronin set he ordered. It would almost seem like the man was starved with how he ate, making you laugh a bit. He gave a few bits of conversation with you, occasionally with his mouth full. A half-hearted apology came next, but it was mostly relaxing. The food was good — This fish certainly fresh. It almost seemed like Nanu was back in a familiar place. He talked a bit about various goings-on, but it all teetered off into a comfortable silence. In the end, he paid for both of your meals, making sure you enjoyed yourself. The softness under his gruff exterior was always a nice thing to see.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler had tastes that varied, but it was plain as day to anyone that dared observe that he was a rich boy at heart. Even if he sometimes had no money due to his name from his certain proclivities – He had clear, expensive preferences. Fine suits, fine liquor, and fine dining. It was not surprising when he popped into various expensive dining establishments in Black City. He was notorious around. Whether he would pay was always but in the air, but he usually did. So, most places did not kick him out. And, for you, he was quite a fan of dates. So, you often were brought along to these places for high society even if you were not a true participant. Staff often greeted Grimsley with various degrees of enthusiasm, which led to a strange feeling.

♡ He ordered something beyond your understanding while you went for something in your range – and at a reasonable price. Even you were aware of the gamble for whether Grimsley had the money to pay out or not. Though, a slight insistence from him to really enjoy yourself typically meant he did and wanted you to be spoiled in a sense. So, you both enjoyed your meals. Grimsley was extremely proper in his eating manner, portraying the high-class bloodline of which he was descended. You, too, quite enjoyed the food. He paid with ease, knocking off your still remnant concern of whether he would or not. As both left together, he brought an arm around your waist and glanced at you teasingly. “Did you think ol' Grimsley was going to leave you high and dry?” he joked, “I'm not that cruel, darling.” A single peck to your lips silenced your reply before he brought you along back to his condominium.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 The scientist was dedicated. That was likely the best way to describe him. Nothing was to stop his research – not laws, not morals. He worked and lived solely for his own educational satisfaction and results for his research. You had known this when you met him, and it had only become more reinforced over time. There was little to be done about it. Really, nothing on this planet likely could sway Colress. Though, you did feel concern when he failed to leave his laboratory for an entire day. He had not brought any food with him, and you felt certain that you had not seen him leave it once. So, worrying about your boyfriend's health, you decided to act.

🧪 Entering his room, you found him bent over his desk, working on some machine likely beyond comprehension yet so obviously named “Colress Machine” number whatever. You tapped him on his back, gathering his attention. Holding out a take-out container to him, you watched his yellow eyes shoot wide as he took it. Popping it open, he pulled out the lox bagel you had got for him. He finally pulled away from his work to take a bite, seemingly finally realising his hunger. You shook your head as you watched him eat. When he finished, his disposed of the remains and changed his gloves. “… It appears that I had forgotten to eat,” his voice a bit tired, “Thank you.” You tugged his blue strand in reply and scolded him.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 If there was a thing about the salaryman that was clear to understand, it was his love of food. With little things that he seemed able to enjoy in his life, he could always enjoy a nice meal on his break between all his various work. It was really no wonder that many of your dates with him revolved around that subject. Medali was full of places to eat, so trying out new places that he had heard about was simply a good time. But, his favourite was unchanging. The Treasure Eatery continued to be the most frequent place these dates ended up at. So, you found yourself just as familiar with the staff as poor Larry was and the witness to many gym battles. Evenings were less intense, at least.

🍙 You watched as Larry enjoyed the onigiri with a peaceful expression. It was about the only time his business face fell away to something more genuine. The challenge not to smile too much could often prove to be difficult. It would make him revert unconsciously, alas. Though seeing such a basic dish brought him so much joy was genuinely a bit sweet. You wondered if he would ever think of leaving his business life behind to be a food reviewer professionally. He would likely be less stressed. Still, you enjoyed your own order. He paid, and you both left the restaurant together to head back to the apartment. Larry glanced at you with a rare, small smile and thanked you for joining him. You could only grin back at him.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince was spoiled. It was no secret. Even with his obvious difficulties he had faced in life, it was clear that if he truly desired something, it would be obtained for him. So, with food, it was rare that he did not eat something that he desired. Restaurants all over Pasio were admittedly to his tastes. (Which had led to him asking you for your “commoner” opinion on things fairly frequently.) And, it was rare that you did not share a meal with Lear, especially after becoming his “betrothed.” (Him deciding that with little input from you. Not that you really wanted to fight it.) This meant you ended up at his villa quite often, where you shared a table with the prince and servants brought in the food. The dishes were always luxurious and far too much for what you were used to eating. Granted, should you have requested anything, it would have been added to the menu.

🪙 It was something amusing to watch the prince eat. His table manners were careful and trained. There were no clearer signs of his posh upbringing than that. Many of the things you did regularly caught his attention at the table. Politely, Sawyer would come up to you afterwards and direct you towards proper behaviour since poor Lear was terrified at the thought of his father rejecting you for whatever small reason. The multiple silverware were still going over your head, but you tried your best to keep up. Somewhere, you had the urge to really take him out for fast food to culture shock him. He observed you back, grinning more genuinely when you clearly enjoyed the food served. Somehow, meals were always an event with the prince. (He boasted about how he had enlightened your palette afterwards, making you laugh.)

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Breathe

Part 11

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 6.4K

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption and smoking. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Will does something he never thought he would again, and after someone from his recent past seeks him out, things fall into place and call for celebration.

A/N: This is the second to last chapter and I'm feeling so bittersweet about it!! I can't believe how this world has unfolded and all the enthusiasm it's received, so a big thank you to everyone who has stuck with it and shared in my love for it! 💗 @whatever-lmaoo I hope you enjoy your scene! 🌌

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The modest diamond was brighter than anything considering its size compared to some of the others, shining with impossible brilliance on its thin, yellow gold band as Will held the dainty ring between his fingers.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he nodded, looking up at the jeweler who had been showing him engagement rings for the past hour.

It was the first one Will noticed when he started eyeing the vast and overwhelming array of rings, able to picture it clearly on your hand, but was persuaded by the salesman to continue exploring other options and not settle for the one that caught his attention first despite knowing in his heart that it was perfect. The rest of them were too large or flashy, some of the settings too elaborate and downright outrageous in cost, and Will knew something humble and simple would be the perfect token to help symbolize your love even though both of you felt no need to conform to any of the traditional ways that people were convinced validated a relationship.

“It’s a lovely choice, Sir,” he confirmed. “She’ll love it.”

Will blew out a breath to try to calm himself, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement, hardly able to believe he was doing something he never thought he would do again in his life.

He had just finished paying for half of it and set up the payments for the rest when his phone buzzed in his pocket, and answered it while waiting for the jeweler to return with the ring secured in its little box.

“Hey, Ben.”

“Where are you, man? You’re late. You’re never late,” Benny quizzed from the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, I know, sorry. Something took a little longer than I thought, I’ll be right over.”

“What the hell are you doing that’s more important than helping me train?”

Will laughed. “You’ll see, just get started without me, I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up and thanked the jeweler for his help when he returned with the ring that Will couldn’t wait to put on your finger, making his way out of the store and over to the gym with a smile that couldn’t be wiped from his face.

“That was longer than ten minutes!” Benny called from the cage, his gloved hands raising up as he spoke.

“Dude, I’m sorry!” Will laughed, unable to shake this good mood despite his brother being annoyed by his tardiness.

“Why are you so happy? What were you doing? Actually, do I want to know that?”

Will chuckled again as he stepped into the cage, fishing the tiny box out of the pocket of his jeans.

“No, I will not marry you,” Benny joked as Will opened the box and presented it to him, both brothers erupting with laughter before embracing each other in a hug.

“That’s awesome, man, I’m really happy for you,” the younger Miller spoke, patting Will on the back while still in his grasp with his padded fists.

“Thanks, bro,” Will smiled sheepishly, looking at the ring one more time before closing the box and stowing it back safely in his pocket.

“Do you know when you’re gonna do it?”

Will sighed and shook his head, his eyebrows raised. “Whenever it feels right, I guess. I don’t really have a plan,” he admitted.

“You always have a plan.”

“I did until her,” he smiled, thinking of how much his life and the ways he went about things had changed since he met you. You had disrupted his life in the best way, taking the strict order of how he lived and the walls he built up for protection and dismantled it all, your love bringing him a freedom that wasn’t chaotic or terrifying. The way you turned his world upside down had actually put it the right way up, making him realize that all the things he thought he was doing right were actually wrong, your presence in his life healing wounds he never thought could be mended.

“Well however you do it, she’s gonna say yes and it’ll be perfect for you both,” Benny assured him. “It definitely won’t be like the first time!”

“Fuck no,” Will agreed, wishing he could erase his previous engagement to his ex, having been given ultimatums if he didn’t propose, the cost of the hideous ring she wanted so badly putting him in more debt than he could handle.

“Okay, can I punch you now?” Benny asked, bringing Will out of his past with a laugh, ducking as he threw a loose hit at his face.

The sun was beaming down hard on the back of Will’s neck as he walked through the front yard back and forth in neat rows, the loud buzz of the lawnmower drowned out by the music playing in his headphones.

With the weather being so nice and it being a Sunday, tons of people were out on the street; families walking with their young kids and dogs to the park, and a few older couples passing by the house hand in hand who gave Will a nod and smile as they strolled.

He was attentive to everything, already knowing what cars each neighbour drove and fairly in-tune with the consistency in their schedules, so when an unfamiliar car pulled up and parked in front of the house, it made Will pause and watch to see who it was.

An average looking woman stepped out, glancing at the house number before continuing to walk up the sidewalk to the driveway, and Will plucked his headphones out of his ears and shut off the lawnmower as he stared at her curiously.

She looked almost nervous, and in her hands she held a round dish, but when she gave him a sweet smile, Will couldn’t help but return it.

“Can I help you?” he asked, squinting in the sunlight.

“I sure hope so!” she exclaimed, her voice suiting her demeanour.

She stopped when she was a few steps away from Will, her arms moving as she spoke that told Will her hands would be flying about if she didn’t have something in them.

“I don’t mean to bother you, but your brother told me I would find you here.”

Will tilted his head slightly as he listened, leaning more onto the handle of the mower that he still held onto with one hand.

“At least I’m hoping you’re his brother!” she giggled, but Will remained quiet so she could continue explaining who she was and what she wanted. “You’re Will Miller?”

He nodded. “That’s me.”

“You’re a hard man to track down!” she blurted, her relief clear in her words.

Will smiled but still looked at her with confusion, prompting her to scold herself.

“Oh, listen to me! You poor man standing here as I’m going on and on and I haven’t even told you who I am!” She cradled the dish in one arm and extended her right hand out to him. “My name is Patsy, and my husband is whose life you saved last week.”

Will was taken aback as he took her hand and shook it, being surprised at her introduction an understatement.

“Wow, hi. It’s nice to meet you, Patsy,” he greeted.

“I really hope I’m not overstepping, but I just wanted to thank you. I went to the store and spoke with the manager who told me who you were…”

When she trailed off, Will knew why, nodding as he understood that the manager had explained to her both incidents that made Will's name a memorable one at Publix.

“So I looked you up but the last address listed was old and other people live there now…”

Will nodded again, knowing it was the house he had lived in with his ex, a sigh blowing past his lips.

“But then I saw there was another Miller listed and I got a hold of him, and oh your brother is just such a dear and he gave me this address. He told me you wouldn’t mind me stopping by and–”

“I don’t mind at all, Patsy, this is nice,” Will assured her, seeing her eyes light up. “How’s your husband doing?”

“Ron,” she started, and Will was happy to finally learn his name. “He’s recovering well and back home already.”

“That’s great!”

“It was our anniversary that day. Thirty-nine years now!” she explained, her eyes appearing wet. “He went to pick up a few things to make us a special dinner for it…to think he almost didn’t come back home…” Patsy said quietly, blinking quickly. “But thanks to you, we’ll hopefully be on our way to forty and more!”

“Wow, congratulations!” Will offered, genuinely, watching her wipe a stray tear from her cheek.

“Thank you, dear. We are both so grateful to you and we just don’t know how to thank you for what you did.”

Will shook his head. “It’s what anyone would’ve done. I’m just glad he’s okay.”

“Well, I’ve made you this pie. I don’t even know if you like pie…” she muttered under her breath, meeting his eyes again as she extended her arms to hold the dessert out for him. “It’s apple. Just give it a warm in the oven and it’s all set for you to enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Will beamed. “I’ve never been able to say no to pie and apple is my favourite.” He patted his stomach to assure her he loved to eat and she laughed, her kindness and warmth contagious.

“Is there someone you can share it with?” she asked, her question non-accusing or prying.

“Yeah, there is,” he confirmed, happily, any thought that went to you bringing out a bigger smile on his face.

“Oh, good. A sweet soul like yours deserves to be shared. Plus, you’re too damn handsome not to have someone!” She giggled at her own admission and clapped her hand on his forearm, patting it a couple of times before stepping away in the direction of her car.

“Thank you again, Will. You’re a good man.”

Will smirked and glanced at his shoes before meeting her eyes again, giving her one last smile and wave goodbye before turning to bring the pie inside the house.

Will still didn’t have a plan as to when he was going to pop the question, but it was even more on his mind now after his conversation with Patsy, realizing more than ever how precious life and love were, and he wanted to marry you on the spot if it was possible.

The rest of your Sunday had been blissful; cooking dinner together that was followed by two huge slices of the best apple pie both of you had ever tasted, and now your night was wrapping up in the best way you knew how with your naked bodies entangled after falling into bed straight from the shower.

Will hummed as he trailed his face up the side of your waist, his nose dragging along your soft skin that was still dotted with drops of water, the scent of your soap and the dampness clinging to you intoxicating him.

You moved to lay on your back, sighing out a pleasured noise as he continued to explore your bare torso with his lips, ghosting them over your stomach and hips, your hands smoothing over his upper back and through his wet hair.

He hummed again against your skin, the vibrations off his lips rumbling through so that it almost tickled, making you squirm beneath him.

With a slight chuckle, he grabbed your waist and pulled you with him as he rolled onto his back, guiding you to mount him where you looked down at him with a sweet smile, your hands splaying out on his chest.

“I wanna see you, sweetheart,” he purred, his eyes full of love and desire in the faint light from the lamp on your nightstand.

Your smile grew, the warmth from his adoration spreading through you like it was transferring from your fingertips that were connected to his chest and into every vein until it had you buzzing, his love for you always making you beam.

Water from your hair dripped down your shoulders and chest, the trails of it enhancing the curves of your breasts and valleys along your collarbones, catching Will’s eye as he watched you in awe.

You smoothed your hands from his pecs over to his arms, lacing your fingers with his as you leaned down to kiss him, your hands held securely together to support your forward motion, the water that fell from your saturated hair dropping onto his body where it peppered his clean, porcelain skin.

You breathed him in, your tongues beginning to tangle together as you settled on his groin, teasing yourself on his rigid cock that rested against your core.

A sharp inhale filled your lungs when his tip breached your entrance, filling just an inch of you with his leaking head yet still stretching your tight hole.

You rolled your hips forward, bringing him back out of you, only to have him angle his own when you seated yourself back on him again, pressing inside you a little deeper this time.

When you lifted off of him again, Will abandoned his connection with your hands and landed them on your upper thighs just below your hips, forcing you down on his length as he fully penetrated you with a growl that resounded in your mouth.

Your hands fell onto his head, raking through his hair as you deepened your kiss, grinding on his cock that slid in and out of you with your languid rhythm.

Will removed one of his hands off your waist and placed it on your cheek, gripping the side of your face with a demand that made your head spin as his need poured through his mouth, his kiss filling you with an equal want for more.

You broke away from his lips, your desire to ride him overpowering that to keep kissing him, moving your body against his faster, his flaxen hairs creating a mind-numbing friction on your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his body tensing under yours as he took pleasure from your own. “Use me however you need.”

The roughness of his voice almost made you shiver, his offer to take whatever you needed from him to feel as good as possible making a cool heat shoot down your spine, and you sat up straighter, driving down hard against him while providing him a view of your body, his hands cupping your tits and plucking at your peaked nipples.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he praised, his words making you tip your head back and increase your pace, hearing him grunt and moan with how good you were making him feel turning you on even more.

“Mmm, Will, I’m close,” you warned, your breathing ragged and your caution a whine.

“Come on, I want to feel you come on me.”

Your eyes were closed tightly as you focused on chasing down your high, and Will found it impossible for you to look more stunning now than you always did, your parted lips spilling moans while your body rocked and bounced on his.

“I want you– fuck! – I want you to cum in me, Will!”

“Yeah? I’m right there too, baby,” he growled, bucking up into you to prove it as he gave up on trying to hold back.

“God, I love you,” he called, completely enamoured by you.

“I love you too, Will,” you answered, your nails digging into his chest, feeling yourself start to come apart on his thick cock.

Will felt overcome by every emotion, and the thought of putting a ring on your finger sent him through the roof, pulsing hot ropes into you the moment he felt you start to clench around him.

He kept his eyes open to see you experience your orgasm despite wanting to close his own from how amazing it all felt, desperate to watch you fall into bliss and never able to get over the fact that he was the one buried inside you while you did.

Your fingertips gripped in the flesh on his heaving chest as you settled from your high, your eyes opening to meet with his, but you continued to rock your hips against his groin as you selfishly indulged in his warm, thick cum lubricating your tingling walls, and suddenly you were thrown into another climax.

Will held onto your waist tightly, forcing you to stay on his cock and take what you needed from him despite him having finished already, watching you with complete captivation as you quaked and jolted uncontrollably on top of him.

“Good girl,” he grunted, panting out his breath as he tried to hang on for you.

Your broken wails filled the air, combining with the addicting sound of the mix of wet between your legs, and fully exhausted from pleasure, you collapsed forward onto him in a heap, your breath hot on the sweaty skin on his neck.

Will stroked your hair and back, soothing you as you came back to reality while he remained on cloud nine, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

You whined against his neck as he slipped out of you, and he continued to caress you and keep you close to him, pressing a kiss on your temple.

“Hey, you’re alright, sweetheart. You did so well.”

His hand cradled the side of your face when you uprighted yourself, stroking his thumb on your dewy cheek, his smile soft as he took in your almost delirious look.

“Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up?” he offered, reluctantly letting you go as you nodded in agreement and removed yourself from straddling his lap.

Will laid there for a minute, watching you retreat into the ensuite bathroom before quietly moving off the bed to reach for his jeans, checking over his shoulder to be sure you hadn’t come back in yet as he grabbed the small box from his pocket and plucked out the dainty ring.

He closed it in his hand as he settled back into the sheets, his breath shaky as he stared up at the ceiling and tried his best not to smile too big.

You came back in and climbed into the bed with a bright smile that made his heart scream in his chest and met it with the broadest one of his own, relieved he didn’t have to try to disguise it now.

“Hmm, that was incredible, baby,” you praised, your words coming off your tongue like you were still reliving every moment of it, hovering over him before leaning down to kiss his lips.

He moaned into your mouth, his hand that wasn’t secured around the secret token he held rubbing up along your back, pulling you closer to him as he deepened your kiss and felt you melt into him.

You let your body lay completely on his, your tongues tangling together as if you were making up for the lack of kisses when you had rode him, and the small yelp you gave when he flipped you over onto your back and covered you with his weight was absorbed into his mouth that stayed locked on yours.

A deep breath filled his lungs and transferred into yours, inhaling your scent and everything about you as he nudged your left arm that was wrapped around his neck with his, gently forcing it onto the mattress where he trailed the back of his closed fist up the inside of your arm until he reached your palm.

Your fingers were extended and relaxed, toying with the sheets as your focus remained on your kiss, and carefully, Will adjusted his fingers until he had a grip on the band and slowly slipped it onto your ring finger.

He could feel your features move against his face as you tried to work out what was happening, and finally letting your lips part from each other, Will looked down at you to watch your reaction as you moved your hand that was still held in his into your view.

A shuddered breath escaped your parted lips and your eyes glistened with tears, and Will’s heart felt like it was either going to stop or jump right out of his chest when you looked from the sparkling ring on your trembling hand over to him, and somehow, he found his words.

“I want you to be my wife,” he spoke carefully and purposefully, his eyes locked on yours.

Your expression turned serious, and Will could see your pulse hammering violently in the side of your neck and swore he could hear your heart thumping like mad.

“You do?” you breathed, your fingers dancing with his, accentuating the feeling of the foreign piece encircling your skin.

“I do.”

Those two words made the corner of his mouth turn up in an astonished smile as the realization of actually saying it to each other one day soon hit him; what had seemed unimaginable that you could be his forever suddenly plausible and more real than anything.

In his next breath, he steadied his emotions, readying himself to legitimize the moment by officially asking the question he had rehearsed in his head over and over, his fingers closing between yours where he held your hand tightly.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded quickly, tears springing from your eyes furiously as a sob that mixed with a laugh blew past your lips.

“Yes, Will!”

He squeezed your hand three times and crashed against your lips as you returned the silent gesture, feeling the most incredible sense of relief and peace flowing through him, the love he had for you incomparable to anything else that existed and something he would spend the rest of his life proving to you.

Within two days you and Will had decided exactly what you wanted for your wedding day, and without wasting any more time in knowing that you wanted to be made husband and wife as soon as you could, you were hosting an engagement party in your backyard to celebrate with friends and family before the set day that was now less than a week away.

“I still can’t believe I’m not invited,” Benny scoffed, his blatant disapproval for your decision to elope making Will laugh and shake his head.

“Sorry, man. It’s not like you’re the only one who won’t be there. We just want something quiet,” Will explained for the third time to his brother.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he said with attitude before taking a sip of his beer.

“At least we’re doing this,” Will offered, motioning to the party happening around them.

“Yeah, I’m sincerely shocked you didn’t just up and leave without a word to anyone,” he said pointedly. “Selfish prick,” he added under his breath, earning him a hard shove on the shoulder.

“Fuck off, man,” Will laughed. “Maybe you’ll understand it one day.” He motioned over to where Jess was standing talking to you and the other girls, hoping that Benny had found his forever just like he had.

“No way. We will have everyone we love there. Hundreds of people. Maybe even our kids!”

Will raised his brows in surprise. “Is that so?”

“Damn right,” Benny confirmed, staring at Jess with a look in his eyes that explained everything anyone would ever need to know about their blooming relationship. “I want her to have my babies right away.”

“Well I’m looking forward to being an uncle very much,” Will grinned, draping his arm over Benny’s shoulder to give it a squeeze.

“Well, boys, it wouldn’t be a proper celebration without some cigars, now would it?” Santiago announced after walking over to them, lifting the lid open on a box that contained what Will knew had to be some pricey cigars.

“Frank! Tom, get over here!” he called, handing each of his Delta Force brothers one.

“We gotta get a picture of this!” Tom exclaimed in a loud muffle as he already had his stuck between his teeth, wrapping his arms around both Millers that he wedged himself between.

Molly was right there and ready with her phone to snap a photo, the five of them standing with their arms around each other with their lit cigars hanging from their mouths, the biggest smiles on their faces.

“Say cheese!”

The night had been even more wonderful than you had imagined it would be; the love and joy in the air infectious and making you wonder even more if this was all real, still finding yourself caught off-guard whenever you moved your fingers on your left hand and felt something you weren’t yet accustomed to and catching yourself mesmerized with how the ring looked on your hand.

Half of the people you invited had no idea of your engagement, simply inviting them over for a casual get-together, so being able to hold up your hand to show off your gorgeous ring and see their shocked reaction was half the fun, and witnessing how happy and excited everyone was for you and Will made your heart feel like it would burst.

It made you question if your choice to elope was the right thing to do, but as the night came to a close and it was just you and Will left on your own, you knew it was everything you wanted.

You had just finished the last of the cleanup, thankfully with the help of Frankie and a couple of others who refused to leave you and Will to do it all on your own, and were standing in the middle of the yard looking up at the indigo sky littered with stars after you had turned all but one of the outside lights off.

Will’s soft, but sure footsteps in the grass could be heard coming up behind you, and you smiled when his arm slipped around you, holding you close to him with his hand splayed out on your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder where he looked up to the same point in the sky that you were.

“Hmm, what a night,” you sighed, happily, turning in his arms to face him.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, looking down at you lovingly with his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded as your grin stretched across your lips. “So much fun. It was perfect.”

You craned your neck and pecked a kiss on his lips and it took everything in you to pull away, choosing to satisfy your need to keep touching them by tracing your fingertip along the crease beside his mouth and then across the bow of his upper lip.

“What about you? What did you think?”

Will pursed his lips as he thought. “Well, I always have a good time when I’m with you,” he beamed, smirking crookedly at you. “But it solidifies that as much as I love being around our friends and family, I really want this to just be between us.”

“Good, because I feel the same,” you confirmed, feeling him relax after hearing your mutual views shared again despite knowing it was what you both wanted.

He was quiet, and in the moonlight you could see something hinting in his icy eyes.

“What else are you thinking, Miller?”

“How beautiful you look tonight. That dress…”

He growled as he bit his lip, angling his hips into you with implication, his hands tightening their grip on you to make you squirm and giggle.

You had found the little, white dress online and ordered it the moment you laid eyes on it, knowing Will would lose his mind over it, the bit of sweet with the large bow at the small of your back mixed with how sexy it was with the low neckline and short hem a lethal combination.

“Yeah? And what would you like to do to me in this dress?”

Your head tilted innocently to the side as you peered up at him through your lashes, your hands splaying over his broad chest that radiated so much warmth in contrast to the night air that had cooled significantly in the absence of the sun.

Will let out a low growl as his hands began to gather the skirt of your dress, lifting it up to access the white, lacy thong you had on beneath it, ripping them down your hips roughly.

“Let me show you, sweetheart.”

A deranged giggle fueled by lust and anticipation came out of your mouth as you leaned back against Will’s arm that was wrapped around your middle, letting your body hang loosely for him to do whatever he wanted with, and he smirked at your submission as he let his other hand slide between your legs to fondle your bare sex.

His fingers parted your lips, finding you already wet for him and spread your slick up to your clit and then back to your waiting hole, the action eliciting a long moan from you.

“Fuck, Will…” you breathed, gripping his shoulder tight to support you more. “Here?” you asked, grinding yourself on his hand even with questioning getting fucked in the semi-privacy of your own backyard.

He nodded, looking at you smugly. “Yeah,” he answered, nonchalantly and extremely cocky. “I’ve fucked you in far riskier places.”

You hummed a laugh as you let your eyes close, relishing in his touch rather than worrying if any neighbours would be up and out at this time of night anyway, and realizing they’d probably heard and seen you at least once or twice was a severe understatement.

His index finger slid inside you and then he added his middle one, filling you and stretching you with each stroke in and out, his breathing growing ragged that told of his faltering ability to resist fucking you right away whether you wanted him to wait or not.

You let your hand that was resting on his forearm sink down to the bulge in his shorts, taking hold of his hard cock through the material where you began to gently stroke it in languid motions.

His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot on your lips as he started to finger you faster and harder, your touch driving him wild.

“Do you remember the first time I fucked you?” he asked, his voice gruff from the cigar you watched him smoke earlier, pulling out a smile on your lips.

“Mmm, how could I ever forget?”

“I couldn't stop myself, and I still can't. You make me lose all control…take over every part of me that fights for some fraction of restraint…” He kissed your lips, claiming and wanting, his fingers hooking inside you to stroke your g-spot and make you jolt into him, your grip tightening on his cock.

Moving along your jawline, he ground his body against yours, getting as close to each other as possible as you both worked each other with your hands, his mouth smearing over to your neck.

“And fuck do I ever love you for it,” he growled, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine that only increased when his teeth nipped at your pulse that hammered in your neck.

“You were just a slut taking my cock in the change room, and now you're gonna be my wife…” he uttered, his voice trembling with lust and excitement, the words vibrating against your sensitive skin.

You released your hold on his straining dick and pulled at his shirt, forcing him to abandon your cunt as you lifted it quickly over his head, a steely gaze shared between you before crashing against each other’s lips again.

The skin on his chest was impossibly warm to your palms as you smoothed them over his thick pecs, moaning into him as he teased your clit with the pads of his fingers that were wet from you, the band of your ring twisting as you slid your hand up to hold the side of his neck.

He peeled his mouth away from yours again, hovering against your lips as he spoke with a hoarseness in his tone. “You want it rough, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding your head as your other hand returned to his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled, resting his forehead against yours again as he undid the button and zipper on his shorts and pulled them down his legs. “My wife…”

You gasped at both the sound of him calling you his wife and from him turning you around so quickly you didn’t even have a chance to react, his hands clawing at your hips to pull them back against his groin where you were given no other choice but to take his cock.

He dragged it between your folds only once before slamming it in, one of his hands fisting your hair to angle your head back, the arch of your body accentuating where the pretty bow on your dress sat at the dip of your lower back.

Something between a laugh and a surprised noise came from you, already satisfied by him keeping his word to fuck you roughly, your hands carding down your own bare thighs sensually until they landed on your knees to support the back blows you were about to receive.

Will didn’t fuck around, already hammering against your ass quickly with sharp enough thrusts they almost stung your cheeks, the sensation of his full balls swinging forward to knock your clit sending you into a frenzy.

“Fuck that pussy is so good, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, his breaths coming out heavy and laboured as he worked hard at ruining you.

His grip tightened slightly on your hair as he let go of your hips with the other, bringing it around to hold the front of your neck, his palm resting on your windpipe while his fingers squeezed the sides of your column gently.

You whined as a shiver shot down your spine, feeling dizzy and overcome by so much pleasure, and unable to resist adding even more to the combination, you reached one of your hands between your legs and started rubbing your swollen clit harshly.

“Good girl, you’re gonna come hard on my cock aren’t you?” he asked with a trace of amusement in his voice, and you knew what kind of feral look would be in his eyes if you could see them.

Your body responded to his question, jolting as ecstasy took over control of your nervous system, everything acting on its own accord in an uncontrolled way thanks to the intense actions of the man behind you.

You squeezed his cock in gripping pulses, tightening around him like a vice until you heard his grunts grow louder, the sound music to your ears.

“God damn!” he howled, increasing his pace to something almost barbaric, and goosebumps erupted on your skin at the thrill of it.

Will let his hand that was around your neck slip down your chest, roughly pawing at the low neckline of your dress until your tits spilled out, his fingers squeezing the fleshy curve of one of them as they shook to his movements.

Your moans and cries were growing louder as each second passed, and suddenly aware that any of your neighbours could hear you clear as day, you did your best to stifle them, but Will was quick to correct you.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. I wanna hear you scream.”

“Fuck!” you bellowed, instantly complying as he pounded into you even harder, and after a couple more sharp blows, you had no way of holding back anymore.

Your orgasm tore through you, your body tensing and stilling in meeting his movements leaving him to fuck you through your paralyzing high, your euphoric screams filling the quiet, night air.

Incoherent strings of praise spilled from your open mouth as you came back down to earth, hearing his satisfied chuckle sound in your ears that he’d made you cause such a scene.

“God, Will, fill me up. Please!” you begged, rocking your hips to meet his thrusts again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna get that load, baby…” he hissed. “...fill up that fucking cunt.”

You gasped as he somehow managed to increase his pace again, relentless in his pursuit of fucking you until you were dripping with his cum, his wild grunts telling you he had lost any ways of holding back.

He started to release inside you, but still slammed his cock in and almost all the way out of you as he came, his hot, thick load getting everywhere from deep in your cervix to all over your tingling lips that were stretched out on his girth.

Will stumbled slightly as he finally finished, his stamina faltering and his legs slightly shaking from his efforts, a deranged laugh decorating his words.

“I fucking love you, sweetheart,” he claimed, joyfully.

He grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks without care as he turned your face toward him, leaning down to kiss you sloppily, the sweat that clung to his beard transferring onto your lips.

Will righted himself after stealing your breath, pulling out of you unceremoniously where you moaned from the loss of his fullness inside you, feeling his cum leaking out and starting to trail down your inner thigh.

You stood and smoothed your hair back, turning to face your future husband who looked more gorgeous than ever, his body slick with a generous layer of sweat that glowed in the silvery moonlight.

He smiled crookedly at you, a lazy, sated look on his perfect features as his chest heaved while he still struggled for breath, his eyes gleaming even more of a vibrant blue, looking like some sort of god in front of you that had you dumbstruck.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to be fucked by you for the rest of my life,” you uttered, your honest thoughts falling off your tongue in your blissful haze.

Will chuckled and held your waist, nodding in agreement.

“Damn right, sweetheart.”

Your smile was covered by his mouth, his kiss claiming and radiating a happiness through you that had become so frequent recently, breathing him in deeply as you swept your hands up his slippery chest and reminded yourself once again that you had all of this to look forward to every day.

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[mellohiizz]

hi mel, hihihi, could i pwease get some goofy prideflag duo (planet and spoke) being silly and besties and their true cringe selves? :D tyy

also we never thanked you for the pentar art, she looks cool :D

-🔍🏰(f:⚪🌌)

i've been only referring to them as prideflag duo ever since i read this ask and i'm not stopping. /silly

they're probably scheming something...

[only-lonely-star]

Could you do a clingy Johnny Cade x female reader? Tysm <3

Just One More? 🌌

Warnings: None.

Summary: He won’t let you go just yet… 💤

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request!! I have another WIP for a Johnny request, so I apologize if this feels a bit dull. The other request was similar. I hope you all enjoy, this is a cute one :) <3

Word Count: 1.3k.

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After a long day spent with your boyfriend, Johnny, the two of you headed home under the moonlit sky. He held your hand tightly, swinging it back and forth at an easy tempo while listening to your every word. The quiet ambiance of the night had wound the both of you down, creating a safe environment of quietness. The faint sound of crickets, slow breezes, and leaves crunching underneath your shoes were oddly soothing.

Johnny had his other hand stuffed away in the pocket of the raggedy denim jacket which he carried everywhere with him. It was his duty to walk you home safely before heading to his own place for the night. He looked at you with a gentle smile, “I had a lot of fun… spent just about the whole day together, didn’t we?”

That familiar smile of his brought a bubbly feeling between you two. His cheeks rose up faintly, a sheepish glint in his eye. He made your heart skip a beat without even trying. “Yeah. It’s too bad you couldn’t stay over, I just don’t think my folks would like that.”

Of course, they wouldn’t. Dating the boy was already something you had begged for, but having him over for a night would send them into a coma!

“It’s okay, it ain’t like I could kiss you in my sleep anyway,” he shrugged. Johnny looked down to the sidewalk as he meekly kicked a pebble.

Unaware of his flirtatious comment, he seemed startled when you nudged his shoulder harshly. He looked at you with wide, amused eyes as you spoke. “You’re a tease, you know that? If it were up to me I’d let you stay over every night. That way you wouldn’t have to stay at that hellhole of a place you got.” Johnny fell silent, swallowing hard. The topic change had his stomach in knots. You noticed it immediately, quickly rushing to his aid as you pecked his cheek.

Johnny turned red, rewarding you with a smile. He shook his head softly. “Okay- alright- I don’t want my goodbye kiss yet,” he grinned.

Johnny had been down this road more times than he could count. Each day he spent with you he made sure he walked you home in good condition, safe and sound. It became a ‘tradition’ after some time that he stood on your porch for a farewell kiss.

You could feel how Johnny had subtly slowed his pace as he neared the dip in the sidewalk, indicating you had arrived. The rusted gate surrounding your lawn was already cracked open, the wind blowing it open slightly as if it were beckoning you inside. Johnny paused, letting you in first. He reluctantly sauntered his way up the stairs as he kept a lingering hand on the small of your back. He sighed exaggeratedly to convey his frustration now that you had to part ways for the night. “So… same time tomorrow?”

That cheesy smile of his didn’t sway you for even a second. You stood under the amber colored porch light and clicked your heel on the floorboards with a bit of attitude. “I told you I’m busy, don’t you even try that,” you chided teasingly.

“Tomorrow night…? The day after tomorrow…?” Johnny attempted to offer, his voice growing quieter. His cheeks were red all over again.

One straight face sent the message without even needing to speak. “I said next weekend, Johnny. I’m sorry.”

He moped, shoving his hands back in his jacket pockets. “A whole week,” he mumbled, already dreading the idea.

The boy would bore himself to death now that he was aware he couldn’t sit in comfortable silence with you, kiss you to sleep, or even lay a finger on you until next weekend. It wasn’t often he felt this way with his peers - let alone anybody… but there was always an exception for you. He thrived in your presence.

“Come on here, it’s getting later and later,” you ushered him forward for his traditional kiss goodbye. There was no purpose in trying to excuse yourself for being occupied this week. It wasn’t your fault. Your hand gently grazed his scarred cheek as your lips met his in a loving kiss.

Johnny’s hands froze in his pockets, locking them into fists. Before he had the opportunity to cherish the moment, he felt your absence wash over him entirely. He felt his nose scrunch up in disappointment, his eyebrows casting a shadow over his face at how downturned they had quickly become. He could faintly hear your delicate voice wish him a good night and utter to him softly that you loved him. He blinked his initial shock away now that you were already approaching the front door. “Hey, hold on.” Johnny yanked you a few feet back with a firm grip on your hip. “I didn’t even- didn’t even get to kiss you back…”

His eyes became full of a softened, almost hurt look. This kiss felt abnormally short…or maybe he felt he deserved a longer one to keep him sane this following week. That look was one you couldn’t resist. You grinned, happy to please him with another kiss. “I’ve got a curfew, Johnny, come here,” you said with a smile.

Once again, your bottom lip took his top lip passionately. You ensured this one was longer, resting each hand on his shoulders. This time, Johnny reciprocated the touch and let his arms fall to the bottom of your spine. He enclosed himself tightly against you, his fingers pressing into your skin slightly. The touch created a sense of desire and longing for more. You tilted your head to the side ever so slightly with both eyes shut, naturally pulling away as Johnny held you. Johnny’s eyes opened as if he had been greatly disturbed. His greasy, dark tufts of hair fell back over his eyes that sent you a pleading look. “One more, don’t short me a kiss like that,” he pecked your top lip desperately.

It was one thing for him to miss you, and another one for him to not want to leave you be. You couldn’t help but quirk your lips into a smile as he tried to smother you in more kisses all along your lips and cheeks. “Johnny-!” you gasped after feeling his lips time and time again on the warm skin of your chin… now on your neck.

He paused, pulling away with a bashful smile. “Okay- okay…” he rubbed his forehead awkwardly with one hand, the other fiddling with his jacket sleeve.

“Goodnight,” you chuckled playfully. You removed your hands from his shoulders, maneuvering them to wrap around his torso tightly.

Johnny smiled charmingly and mirrored your actions without hesitation. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and swallowed hard. “Just one more?”

“One,” you relented, although you would be a downright fool if you denied his request.

Johnny had victory over your decision again, taking full advantage of his opportunity this time around. He darted his head forward and graced you with his touch once more, this time keeping it light and meaningful. He grinned once and for all, now satisfied enough to let you go. “Goodnight, see you next…week,” he croaked out. He had a bit of a lovesick tone that only seemed to worsen with each word. He was acting like a drunken fool - though it was purely on your love and your love alone.

Your eyes met his in a hazy manner, the lovesick feeling mutual. Johnny never left you unsatisfied. “I love you…goodnight,” you whispered softly, applying force to the doorknob as you turned it hesitantly.

“Love you,” he echoed, standing at the end of your porch with that same smug grin he wore just moments ago. He waited until the door was completely shut and your figure was no longer visible in the amber lighting to leave. He sauntered off the wooden steps with a satisfied look, relishing in your lingering scent on his denim jacket.

And now the yearning had begun…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! 🤍

-Sophia 🫶🏼

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Jareth x dreamy reader🔮✨️🌌

How he would react if he was fascinated by you.🔮🌌🌠✨️

Part 1.

Part 2 here

A/n: hello dearies, this was my first attempt at doing a fan favourite childhood movie. ❤️✨️ I plan on writing a fanfic, but please let me know if you'd like a part two for the venetian masquerade scene. I'll admit I might rusty with his character because I haven't seen the movie in a while 😅.

Labyrinth requests: open

You were always a dreamer, daydreaming imaginative worlds beyond anyone's understanding, creating creatures in your mind that appealles to the eccentric.

No one really understands you, not deep down. On the outside, you may speak with politeness, telling others of your little endeavours of fantasy yet twas not in their interest nor care.

You never really fit in with the world around you, dreaming as others spoke in the usual topics of gossip, romance, sport, debates, and social societies of the world.

When working, you would dream of yourself in a flowing white garb dancing around in a fae forest pretending to be a different creature.

One night, you watched a film you believed to be rather fun and eccentric, not thinking much of it.

You recalled your mother was fond of the film, as you remembered. You had watched it once before as a child, then as a teenager.

However, as the day went on. as you worked. driving. Sleeping. Your daydreams soon turned to seeing yourself within that world, and not only that—

In the day dreams, you envision—not purposefully—you were often interacting with one of the characters within the film, the goblin king.

Though this phenomenon wasn't unusual as this happened when you were but a teenager. It was quite crazy to think that if you told anyone, they wouldn't believe you. Most saw it as only a movie, others saw it as their fantasy.

You didn't think much of it at first. Though, it was always in your mind, in your dreams despite never researching about the film.

One day, out of the blue, just as you were about to head to bed. You were wandering to the kitchen to turn off the lights. When you saw a book on the counter, out of curiosity you examined it. As to how it got there was a mystery.

Examining it, it hit you with the realisation the title was the same as the movie you had watched. How was this possible? I don't remember having owned any book like this?

Reading it plagued your curiosity. Did I—no—I don't recall buying this—how on earth? Did I—

Your questions were soon put to rest upon seeing the outside light flicker on. It had motion sensors, so whatever moved would activate it. That's odd? Perhaps it was just a cat roaming outside. They often do trespass to hunt for whatever else may be out there.

You placed the book back down onto the countertop. Taking a peek outside the window, seeing if anything was outside. What the hell? Is that a barn owl. Here. On the fence.

In hindsight, you were rather in awe than suspicious. You loved animals, and barn owls were quite rare. Once, as a child, you recalled a similar experience of a barn owl perched on the roof. It was rather extraordinary.

The owl seemed unaffected by your presence as it tilted its head, observing you—curiously.

You didn't want to disturb it. So you thought of taking photos to show your parents whom were out of town for the weekend. Grabbing your phone, you attempted to take pictures when suddenly—it was gone.

Baffled, you opened the door to your backyard, looking around the area. Nothing.

You didn't think too much of it, yet you were slightly disappointed. It was a rare sight to see something extraordinary in the moonlight.

Looking down at the book—and thinking of the movies plot. You wanted to test the theory of these coincidences. Scoffing to yourself, you jokingly said the words "ok, then, coincidence or not—".

You dramatically turn, acting like a character in a stage play. "Goblin king, goblin king, heed me, take my life away from here."

Within whispers and echoes—nothing. Nothing happened.

"Did she say it? Did she say it!".

"No, shut up!."

"Those weren't the words!".

"All she has to say is 'I wish my life away from here' it's not that hard to say."

"Shhhh, she's speaking again".

You picked up the book, reading the words from the beginning. Testing it once more. You thought of all the moments of conversing to many, not making any sense of your imagination. Trying to fit in within the world, and yet, they never understood you, despite being kind.

With genuine emotion, you say plainly, "I wish my life away from here."

Suddenly, with a turn of events, a gust of wind passed through the trees, and it wasn't gentle, but rather heavy. Turning, you didn't think a storm was possible.

Though it was put to rest when the door to the backyard swung open with brute force from the blustery winds, as glitter rained from in from the winds.

The owl that had perched against the fence had flown inside the home. Transforming into a man. You couldn't believe your eyes. You were too flabbergasted to speak.

"My, my, not even a second later, and you've already spent a wish on something so foolish—I'll be honest y/n, I was expecting a rather more exciting display from you." He was rather peculiar. His attire was not of modern fashion. Donning a white blouse with grey leggings with black boots. What caught you off guard was his outward apperance.

"That's because I thought it was fictional." You muttered.

"Fictional, you say? Hm~ Well, I'm afraid not, for I'm as real as you." He cocked a smile with a rather British sly tone.

"No, I'm dreaming, this isn't real—" you muttered, stopping. "This is a dream, you're not real, I'm simply in bed dreaming right now."

He found it funny. He was taking pleasure in your flummoxed reaction. Despite how wished to deny it true, he was real—and he was here to fulfill your wish.

"Y/n, do pay attention, I've heeded your wish, and I am here to grant it." Suddenly, within the grasp of his hand, a crystal clear ball fluently appeared. He started turning it, spinning it. Displaying tricks that seemed impossible for any human to do.

"Not all young girls get this privilege. What I'm offering you is far more than what anyone can simply have." Within the crystal ball, a vision began to play. A dream. One that happened during one of your day dreams. "I can take you there, you know, all you have to do is ask."

"Dreams can be made." You said simply. "There was merely a misunderstanding."

"And yet your dreams can be granted. Look at what I'm offering you y/n, a life far more than your own, a place where you're understood, a land in which none can harm you. A world completely of your own." He spoke as if he knew you completely, as if he'd been observing you each day, watching your dreams.

"I—I couldn't, what of my family, my friends, my loved ones." You say in a soft whisper.

"What of them—the deed is done y/n, and I'm afraid there's not much you can do now." He whimsicaly spoke with a cunning tone.

"There must be—surely—if there's a way to counter any deal, curse, or legend. Then, there must be a way for a wish."

"Hm, quite the insightful young thing, aren't you. Very well, I shall give you a chance to take back your wish if—you complete my labyrinth."

"Labyrinth?" You questioned whether or not such a place exists. After all, it's not like you could simply teleport to where he was speaking of.

Suddenly, turning behind you, you were met with a great, vast plane and seeing a stoned architecture resembling a maze with a castle in the middle. "You have 18 hours to complete my labyrinth or."

"You shall be trapped here forever." With that, his voice disappeared within the wind. As you turned to ask "wait but, how do I—hm?, ok, guess I'm on my own."

With that you were on your way.

What you hadn't known was that he had watched you from the start. Taking fascination in only you when the rest were only but white noise.

He could've sworn he dreamt of you once or twice yet, to his astoundment, you were as real as the throne he sits on.

To you, you had no idea how excited you made him. He only wanted you as interested in him as he was in you.

Even if you couldn't recognise it, he wanted to trap you forever within a dream where he could finally have a companion that could understand him. Build worlds and new domains for his labyrinth. To finally have a queen/king/royal by his side to hold forever.

He wouldn't have approached if you were not of interest. Many have attempted to catch his interest and yet failed. After Sarah, no one could capture his care nor attention. He was left within a void. Until you came along.

For now, you were his dream, a wish he could grant, and he plans on keeping it.

[abysstem]

thats what that bitch tihnks lmao

Squidswag is real irl but not insys #introjection

[aipurjopa]

various spokes and others

[thewritetofreespeech]

How are you?

Please, can you write Wife reader taking care of burnt Nanami that sometimes still has his burn injury uncomfortable even if it kind of healed from the incident (he didn't die, never happened) with cream and kisses and then they go to a date at night together. Enjoying eachother company! 💖

I guess Nanami still sometimes has insecurities resurface, but reader always reassures him and he does believe her. Forgetting them most of the time.

-Selenophile 🌙🌌✨

Sometimes, when Nanami was lost in thought or let his guard down for a moment, he forgot what he looked like now.

In his mind he pictured a man who was relatively handsome. Stern features. Strong jaw. Western appearance and hazel eyes. This was the man he thought he was in his mind. The image of himself. It wasn’t until he walked in front of a mirror or stepped out of the shower like now, that he remembered he wasn’t that man anymore.

“Nanami? Is everything ok?”

He heard his partner come into the bathroom, glancing at them out of his good, remaining eye, before looking back at the sink. “Yes, I’m fine.” He turned off the water. Not quite sure what he had been doing with it on; maybe planning to brush his teeth, but what was the point.

“Ok…well, let me get your ointment on and we can head to bed.” [Y/N] told him.

“I don’t want to.” Shoko had created it for him specifically. To help with the lingering pain at night and help with some of the scaring. But he would never be back to the way he was. The scars would always be there. His eye would still be gone. None of it mattered.

“Come on. Don’t be like that. You say that now but in the middle of the night you won’t be able to sleep. Let me help you.”

“I said I’m fine!” Nanami snapped at them. Bristling at being taken care of. That he had to be taken care of now. He had worked so hard to be independent, get away from this stupid world of sorcery, and to be his best self. Now he was reduced to an invalid that needed his partner to rub cream on him like an old man or a baby. It was humiliating.

Nanami lifted his arm when he spoke. To bat them away or keep them at bay he wasn’t sure. What he did know was that it hurt, as lifting his arm higher than his shoulder on his damaged side right now was not ideal.

[Y/N] winced in tandem with his pain. Holding up their hands passively as Nanami went to sit on the toilet and hang his head in shame. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Nanami said at first as he stared at the tile. Eventually, however, he opened up. “Everything is different.”

“Hmm…I suppose that’s true.” [Y/N] agreed. Taking this moment of reflection & distraction to grab the ointment and apply it to his shoulder. “But I wouldn’t say everything is different. You’re still Nanami. You’re still you.”

“I can barely lift my arm over my head.”

“And a month ago you could barely walk.” [Y/N] reminded him.

After the incident, Nanami had been put in intensive care at the school for a long time. Monitored. Tube fed. Surgeries he wasn’t even aware of in his unconscious state to try and undo and stabilize some of the damage Jogo & Mahito had done to him. He had to relearn almost everything. Get his stump of a left hand to be somewhat of a semblance of a limb. Learn how to walk again with the damage done to his leg by the transfiguration. Regain some depth perception with one eye. It had been hard, grueling work, and some days Nanami thought it wasn’t worth all the fuss. Yet, he seemed too stubborn to die still.

“Things will continue to get better. We just have to keep working on them and do what Shoko says for your recovery.”

“You don’t mind being partnered with a monster.” Nanami asked as he glanced up at [Y/N], who frowned at him.

“Do you really think me that shallow?” They asked. Closing the ointment and putting it away. Finished now, between all this introspection. “You’re looks didn’t even break the top 10 on why I’m with you, Nanami. I love your determination. I love how you want to help people, even though you deny it. I love how funny you are. And most of all, I love you. Honestly, I didn’t think you were so vain until now. Maybe I need to reassess my priorities.” Nanami chuckled. Realizing they were joking and wrapped his arms around their waist.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you.”

[Y/N] wrapped their arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. “Yes, you would have. But I’m glad I could help.” Nanami tilted his head up and gave [Y/N] a full kiss. “Would you like to go to bed now?” He nodded, and went to go change out of his towel.

He knew his path to full recovery was going to be hard. That is was going to be a long process for him to be his new self. But as he laid in bed next to [Y/N], Nanami knew he could do it. Because he wouldn’t have to do it alone.

[notti-stellate]

Raging Storm

a/n: This was a really good request so I hope I did it justice. I always kinda thought Jasper had to have some trauma from his time with Maria (ew I literally hate even just typing her name) so I kinda leaned into that. I did my best with this but if it offends someone at all then please say something. Enjoy 🌌

Masterlist

Warnings: scars, brief mentions of trauma, heavy PTSD, very angsty turned comfort

I gasped as I heard a quiet tap on my window, my heart racing before I realized it was just Jasper. I shook my head, spinning around in my chair toward the southern boy silently sliding into my room. The first thing I noticed was Jasper’s shirt, his normally long sleeves were pulled up to his elbows. His pale skin shimmered against the fairy lights surrounding my room, the only thing casting a dim glow into my room. 

“Hey darlin’,” He murmured, sitting on my bed and motioning for me to join him. 

“You scared me,” I mumbled, glaring at him playfully. “I was trying to finish my history paper.” 

He shook his head, smiling at me while I lowered myself onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and holding me to make sure I didn’t fall. My head fell onto his shoulder, sighing quietly before I looked down to grab his hand. Immediately my eyes locked onto the marks littering his arms, sucking in a breath before Jasper yanked his arm away. Before I could even process what was happening Jasper had slid me off of him and stood across from me, looking down at his boots intently.

“Jas I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… are you okay?” I blurted out, the words flying out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stood, trying to come closer but Jasper stepped back as soon as I did. My heart broke at the picture in front of me, I had never seen Jasper like this. He was silent as he stood there except for his heavy breathing, his sleeves pulled all the way down and his thoughts seemingly far away by the look in his eyes.

 All I wanted in that moment was to comfort him, to hold him in my arms and never let anyone or anything hurt him again. I knew a little about his past, just that he hadn’t had the best life before he found the Cullens. He hadn’t told me any more than that, and from the look in his eyes when he said it I decided it was best not to push him any further.

“Jasper? It’s okay baby just breathe, you’re okay” I murmured, my voice soft in an attempt to bring him back to the present. I know he doesn’t need to breathe but his quick breathing definitely wasn’t helping him calm down. His breaths stilled for a moment, almost as I could see his mind soaking in my words. His eyes slowly moved from the floor to my chest where the necklace he had gifted me sat, still not looking me in the eye.

“Just like that love, deep breaths,” I raised my hand, making sure to give him time to pull away if he wanted before I grabbed his and placed it on my chest, lightly squeezing to get his attention. “Just like this, in and out.”

After a second his eyes finally met mine, his muscles loosening more as he breathed with me. We stayed like that for a while, just breathing and doing my best to comfort him. Once he seemed to have calmed down enough I coaxed him onto my bed, propping myself against my pillows as he laid his head on my chest.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can though, I’m always here if you need me.” I whispered, my fingers carding through his hair while my other hand ran along his back. I felt his arms tighten before he spoke, inhaling a shaky breath.

“It’s alright, you deserve to know.” He sighed, continuing on with his story. For the next hour I fought back tears as he told me what really happened to him, all the way from Maria to when Alice found him and brought him to the Cullens with her. My heart broke all over again as he rolled up his sleeves, showing me the scars riddling his skin again. I don’t understand how someone could make him do those things, how could someone put the caring boy in my arms through such horrible trauma. All I could do was hold him close and try to soothe the storm raging deep in his mind.

[kelin-is-writing]

LISTEN— I WAS SUPER PISSED AT MYSELF DURING THE DANCING SCENE, BUT LIKE YOU KNOW— i understood where it was all coming from so the anger vanished just like that AND MY BELOVED DABI APPEARED ANYWAYS SO I WAS SUPER HAPPY!!!!! I'M JUST SO—

can't wait for next chapter, I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN SO BAD FOR FUCK SAKE SDJKSXJJSDJJSJDKSJDJSJXKSJDJSDJJSJDJSXJSJDJSKDJSKJDKSDJSKJK

FFTB | CH 8: They Danced (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Why can't you forget him? Why is that kiss still lingering in the back of your head? You're so sick of Dabi's memory that you decide to take matters into your own hands. You need to get out. Do something to get over yourself. The night does not go as planned. Contains: Swearing, Alcohol Use, Drug Mention, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, A Series Of Very Unfortunate Events, Spice Mild (aka, we're getting a little smutty in here), Men Are Garbage

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Days had gone by since your explosive departure from the League but your thoughts had refused to organize themselves. Your apartment was too quiet, the bed too soft and your day-to-day routine had become mind-numbingly boring without missions to keep you occupied. It left far too much room for contemplation. Which was how you came to the realization that Dabi had you in a chokehold. You didn’t understand half of what went down in that hallway. What you did know was that this had to stop. One way or another, you would force yourself to forget. The best method you found was to get blackout drunk and hit the town. Problems couldn’t follow you if you were never in the same place twice, right?

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor of a new club every night. Tonight being no exception.

The dancing crowd blurred into one amalgamated being in your eyes. Figures rocked to the beat, bouncing along to the blaring club music as they moved in tandem. You were one in a hundred swaying bodies – eyes closed, arms up as you lost yourself in the moment. For a while, just a brief moment in time, you were able to forget all about Dabi. 

His bright blue eyes flashed in your memory in the quietest moments of the night. Their burning gaze had robbed you of sleep – of peace – for far too long now. Even after severing your ties to the League, the raven-haired arsonist had infested your mind. Some days you even swore he was following you around, seeing his face on every street corner. It was driving you crazy. So much, in fact, that you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. Forgetting about him was the only thing that would cure the ache in your chest.

Bastard. 

Why did you care anyway?

Gambling, alcohol, drugs – it didn’t matter. As long as it made you forget. Your Luck would keep you safe. That accursed Quirk was the only thing you could rely on. As long as you were pleasantly numbed by the drink, you wouldn’t be able to think about your feelings too much. The sting of vodka coated your tongue and throat. With each shot you downed, your awareness descended deeper into oblivion. Where it fucking belonged. You had lost all sense of touch around your mouth, you noted, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of your lower lip. Dabi crossed your mind again – his teeth gnawing at your skin, biting – kissing. His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing down as he whispered into your ears. A flash of anger snapped you from your stupor, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor. Fuck. You needed to get laid. That would knock some goddamn sense into you. Luckily for you, there was plenty of fish in the sea.

Your eyes homed in on someone in the crowd – a man, not much older than yourself. He was watching you intently. The curve of your ass, the bounce of your tits as you danced. Hunger. Desire. Every nasty little thing he was thinking about doing to you was plastered all over his face. You could have him – you could have whoever the fuck you wanted. Fuck Dabi. Men were easy. Fools you could use for your own enjoyment and pleasure. All you had to do was invite him in. You stuck out your tongue – making sure to hold his gaze – and ran it along your lips. He grinned, depositing his half-empty drink on the bar. Hook, line and sinker. Within seconds the man was next to you – hands grabbing onto your hips to grind against you. 

Now this was more like it.

The music coursed through you – fueling your desire to move even further. Your new partner seemed delighted: his hands wasting no time in groping every inch of your body. He was bewitched. Soft curves, tight dress – you were truly a heavenly creature. The crowd was the perfect cover. No one would see how he touched you. How his fingers wrapped around the curve of your breasts, or how your ass pressed against his aching crotch. You inspired a craving like no other. Lips found your neck, peppering the skin with affection and desire. You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation – only to be met with a familiar fantasy. The scent of smoke and fire. Blue eyes staring you down. Kisses on your collarbone. His teeth grazed your neck. You wanted to stop – be mad and forget about him – but it felt so good. Even in your inebriated state, all you could think of what that damn villain.

What had Dabi done to you?

Ever since that damned kiss, all you could think of was Dabi. His beautifully intense gaze, his voice, his taste. The way he had looked at you. Your mind was absolutely consumed by the League’s arsonist. That burning desire you had seen within his eyes. It was tainted by his cruelty. Dabi had spat venom at you to push you away. And yet you craved for him. Even if he hated you, you still wanted him. It was pathetic. In your current state though, you found it difficult to care. A pair of hands squeezed your breasts. You imagined Dabi grinding against you. He would taunt you. Call you out whenever you moaned like a little bitch for him. The curve of your ass bumped against his crotch as you swayed to the beat. You could feel his cock through the flimsy fabric of his trousers. To no one’s surprise, you had this man worked up. Unable to keep his hands off you, he grabbed your hips with both hands. An audience of hundreds be damned. Dabi wouldn’t give a shit. Neither would you. You were too far gone to give a single fuck about dry-humping this bastard in public. Dabi needed to know what he missed out on. The music melded with your desperate voice as you cried out for him, throwing your head back against his shoulder.

“You’re so hot, baby–” a voice broke through your self-indulgent illusion, barely rising above the droning music in your ears. Your eyes snapped open. The disappointment that followed was immediate.

Oh. Right. 

This guy. You managed a smile – one that stroked your dance partner’s pride. Fuck. This was a terrible idea, wasn’t it? The thought solidified in your mind as a second pair of hands brushed against you. Squeezing your ass shamelessly. Your head snapped over to the source. Another one. Big, burly frame and a killer smile. How long had he been watching you? The newcomer greeted your dance partner with a casual nod. The pair seemed familiar with each other, exchanging a look you knew all too well. Predatory intent. This party was getting a little crowded. Perhaps you’d gotten a little too carried away on your quest to forget about Dabi.

The big guy leaned over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You wanna come home with us, little girl?” His voice bounced off the inside of your skull. Even the music seemed quieter with his words rattling around in your brain.

Stop this, a voice in the back of your head called. Say no. 

You nodded – smiling as the pair not-so-subtly locked eyes and shared a laugh. Idiot, you chastised yourself. His large hand took your own. You felt small. They could break you. Why didn’t that thought deter you? In fact – you’d almost go as far as to say it excited you. Maybe this was exactly what you needed to get over yourself.

The dancing crowd parted for the three of you – just enough to let you pass. Your instincts were on fire. 

Run. 

Go back. 

Don’t do this. 

But you wanted it. You needed it. The realization was a frightening one. Toga was right. You were down bad and the only way to drown this fucking crush was to overpower it. If you got annihilated in the process then so be it. These men would save you or break you. At this point? It didn’t matter which. You couldn’t tell if the droning in your chest was your heart or the beat of the music. It wasn’t until you made it outside and the music could no longer drown out your thoughts that it dawned on you – you were scared. Their intentions were anything but pure and yet you were willingly following them away from the club. To god knows where. You might not make it out of this. This was stupid even for your intoxicated ass. You knew better. This wasn’t about Dabi anymore. You could admit that you felt something for him now. That much was clear. What was happening to you now was no excuse to act so recklessly.

“I’m sorry –” you said, ripping your hand back. “I can’t go through with this.” 

The men exchanged a glance. Then laughed. Your heart sank into your stomach. They weren’t going to let you walk away, were they? Your feet instinctively moved back as they approached.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart, we had a deal –” 

“Are you fucking deaf? She said no, you idiots.” A voice called from behind – you recognized it in an instant. It couldn’t be. You had to be crazy. It took your inebriated eyes a moment to focus on and recognize your savior. What awaited you was not mere fantasy. This wasn’t some delusion the vodka in your veins had cooked up. Dabi emerged from the night crowd and took his place between you and the two men. He pulled your arm – making you stumble in behind him.

What the hell was he doing here? And more importantly – why was he helping you?

While his expression was difficult to read, Dabi’s voice had a vicious bite to it as he spoke. You’d never seen this sort of intensity from him before. Not even when he called you a liar and a cheat. Usually, Dabi wasn’t all that scary. Not to you anyway. A lot of other villains would probably disagree. But you never once feared for your life with him. If anything, his quiet fury kept you safe. Sure, Dabi was tough and intimidating at times but this was something else entirely. It felt like a quiet storm. A calm, white-hot rage that had even you reeling. 

Palm slowly heating up – a familiar blue glow gathering upon its surface, Dabi raised his hand at the men in silent admonition. “Scram. Final warning, I won’t ask again.”

You held your breath as they stared each other down – the distant thumping of music syncing up with your frantic heartbeat. If these guys didn’t do something soon, you knew for a fact that Dabi was going to turn them to ash. Witnesses be damned. He’d burn down the whole club if he had to. This was someone from the League of fucking Villains. Everyone knew not the mess with them. One of the guys finally seemed to realize this fact. He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Whatever – this stupid slut isn’t worth it anyway. Let’s get out of here.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed in disgust. He really shouldn’t have said that. There was no hesitation in what he did next.  A flash of unbearable heat blazed into the night. Flames shot forth from his palm. Their blistering heat beat down on the two men as they screamed in agony, crumpling to the floor in a smoldering heap. The inferno overwhelmed them both in mere seconds. Skin got torn from bone by the sheer force of Dabi’s attack – only to be incinerated in the blink of an eye. The blast was so large it even scorched the side of the building, leaving behind a sizeable burn on the brickwork. You gaped at the sight. 

Why did he – they had surrendered!

Someone in the crowd screamed and the next thing you knew, you were running. Dabi had grasped your wrist and tugged you along. Dashing through the streets, you did your best to keep pace with him. He wasn’t looking at you – focussing all of his attention on escaping the scene. You stared at the back of his head wondering what he was thinking. Dabi found you. Despite your best efforts to stay away from him. Maybe it was fate. His hand tensed around your wrist. Tightly. Then he began slowing down. Until finally, you came to a stop. 

Now what?

You didn’t get the opportunity to thank him – stumbling as Dabi shoved you towards a nearby alleyway. His treatment of you was anything but gentle as he grabbed your upper arm and pushed you out in front of him. Your back hit the brick wall next to some greasy trashcans. A handful of thugs that had gathered in the alley looked over at the commotion. Wanting no part in what was about to happen next, they quickly made themselves scarce. Dabi huffed out a breath and released you. You reeled – partially from being manhandled and partially from the alcohol finally beginning to wear off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dabi spat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He wouldn’t look at you, choosing to pace back and forth instead. The sound of his voice alone was enough to make you understand he was livid.

Back against the wall – coming down from a days-long bender and staring directly at the man you desired, you were starting to wonder the same thing.

A/N: Delusional smut is still smut lmao. We're nearing a boiling point with these two! (: Enjoy this cliffhangerrrrrr love you <3

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