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Hoochie Daddy (Jey Uso/OC)
How many of these shorts does he have? And how quickly can she take them off him? Jey Uso/OC gym one-shot.
Warnings: SMUT
Word count: 4.7k
A/N: I believe @southerngirl41 is the reason for this title, lol. Let me know what you think!
All Jey gifs by @annoyedkayah2395
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The gym in the basement of Jey Uso’s house was something straight out of the Creed movies. The floor, walls, and ceilings were solid concrete, the old school decor contrasting with the state of the art equipment within its walls. The speaker system on the far wall blasted the late great DMX as you laid waste to the punching bag in the corner. The straining of your muscles and the aching of your joints felt good. It was helping a lot with clearing your head, given the rather stressful events of the past couple of months.
Though not directly involved yourself, you had experienced the strife within the Bloodline through your boyfriend. From Sami’s betrayal at the Royal Rumble, to Roman’s rage, Jey boycotting the shows for weeks, the uncertainty coming to a head at Wrestlemania with the twins losing the Tag Team titles to Sami and Kevin. Hit hard by the defeat, Jey reacted by keeping his distance from the group once again. He avoided everyone’s phone calls, and you happily played gatekeeper, screening his calls and keeping the doors locked from all intruders. If Jey didn’t want to communicate with anyone, then so be it. You loved his family like they were your own, but his peace of mind always came first. Always.
Which is why you let him sleep in while you came down here to beat the shit out of this damn bag. He’d gone to bed early last night and you wanted sex, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to wake him up and disturb his rest. This morning, you had to physically stop yourself from mounting him and riding him well into the afternoon. He looked so good lying there next to you, butt naked with his new chest tattoo just begging for your oral attention. That man made you horny at a moment's notice and it would have been infuriating if you weren’t already completely in love with the way he made you feel.
So, you decided an early morning exercise would help you out with your frustrations. You learned that working out brought you to a state of erotic readiness. There was a power and excitement about exerting your entire body that amplified your arousal. It also helped that you were dating a man that shared your philosophy. Exercise energized you and Jey. The changes you’d experienced sexually in the past year were testament to this. As a couple you had transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. Your relationship thrived as a result, and for the first time in years, you were happy.
"You’re stronger. But you gon’ hurt yourself if you don't relax your shoulders," a familiar gruff voice warned from the doorway of the gym.
You turned towards your boyfriend, locking eyes with him from across the room. You nodded at his barely clothed frame. “And you’re gonna have a yeast infection if you keep wearin’ them tight ass hoochie daddy shorts,” you shot back.
He burst into a chuckle as he glanced down at his yellow shorts, smiling that breathtaking smile of his. “You got jokes, huh?” he said, pushing off the door frame. As he approached you, his dark eyes raked over the light sprinkling of freckles over your beautiful face. He knew how many there were and could locate each one with his eyes closed. Your frizzy jet black hairstyle and crafted eyebrows made your eyes pop. And though they were hidden, he couldn’t help but drool over the outline of your nipple piercings through your thin, long sleeved Nike crop top.
You picked up your bottle of water. “How long have you been standing there watching me like a creep?”
“Long enough. You know I can watch you all day, baby. You sexy as hell,” he winked, giving you a sweet kiss before swatting your backside. "How long you been in here?”
"About an hour. Did some cardio first. I was horny and you were asleep.”
“Sorry ‘bout that, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“I wanna fuck you now,” you pouted like a child, “Do you know how much willpower it took to not jump your bones this morning?”
“I do. And I applaud your restraint. Usually, you can’t resist me,” he bragged.
“So damn arrogant.”
“Luh you too, boo,” he chuckled. Adjusting the Snapback around his head, he moved to the free weight area of the room. You noticed him fiddling with his phone, and rolled your eyes when he placed it in a strategic vantage point. Another IG story in the works; another day of women coming online to comment and thirst over his beautiful body. Just great.
You stared as he pulled himself over the high bar and back down in flawless repetitions. The transformation of his body over the last year was goals, and you were inspired. However, with said transformation came the sudden need to wear only the teeniest tightest outfits to the gym, and now he had these little shorts in every color imaginable; pink, green, yellow, black, literally the Power Ranger collection of bikini shorts, with the hem just a few inches below his backside and showing off the extensive leg tattoos and the fullness of the groin that belonged to you. The material bunched up in that area as he slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Sweat glistened on his body, coursing down his defined contours, and you felt an animalistic urge to go right up to him and lick off every drop...
“Like what you see, baby?” His deep voice interrupted your dirty thoughts. Forcing your gaze back up, you saw his smirk, expressing his amusement at the heat in your eyes.
“You know I do. I’ve lost all my concentration thanks to them little ass shorts.”
“Concentrate on something else, then,” he insisted, empowered by how flustered he made you.
“I can’t. That ass is calling my name,” you whined, “You got your Daddy’s booty, I’ve told you this before.”
Jey groaned audibly. “Girl, leave my Daddy outta this!”
The side of your lips quirked, showing off the tiny dimple in your cheek that drove Jey crazy. “But it’s true. Jimmy got Kish’s face, you got his ass.”
The former tag champ burst out laughing. His girl was as crazy as she was beautiful. “You are unbelievable.”
“I know, Daddy.”
Not Daddy. Damn. His gaze followed your ample backside as you walked away, and involuntarily, his tongue darted out over his lips. Forcing himself to refocus, he settled down on the weight bench and picked up the weights he set out to train with.
The two of you worked out in comfortable silence, shooting furtive glances when the other wasn't looking. As he laid back on the bench, you ogled his dick print, his grunts of exertion causing you to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together where you stood. Noting his attention was solely on the dumbbells, you sensed the opportunity passing you by.
Fuck it.
“Your video still on?” you asked, going over to him.
“No, why?”
You gave no answer, but proceeded to flop down directly onto his groin, smirking at his startled grunt. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head but you didn't care. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you started slowly, grinding your ass on his cock, feeling him harden almost instantly through the thin barrier of your clothing.
“What are you doing?” Jey demanded, scrambling to sit upright. You looked over your shoulder at him with a devilish grin, noticing the struggle in his eyes.
“I told you…I want some dick...I want what’s mine,” you let him know, opening your legs a little wider to grind on him. With a steady roll of your hips, you moaned and whimpered at the feeling of the wetness pooling in your loins. You let his groans wash over you as you rocked you back and forth on him, bumping your ass against his abs repeatedly.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed.
“Yeah, Daddy, you like that?" you taunted him, looking back at him as you rode him reverse cowgirl. "Come out here looking like that and expect me not to jump you, huh?"
Jey did not know where to put his hands. You had him all discombobulated from your little ambush. He settled for the curls of your hair, tugging your head to the side to allow his lips and tongue attack your sweaty neck. This motivated you to arch your back and roll your ass more harshly, his hand in your hair making you look back at it. You knew how good you were making him feel as he shifted multiple times to make your ass stroke his dick through his shorts. His hungry eyes watched you dry hump the shit out of him, his eyebrows pinched together in total arousal.
“Aww fuck, keep goin’,” he moaned, grabbing your gyrating backside, purposely flexing his thigh muscles to give you more friction. His husky praise encouraged you to pick up the pace. Your hips rolled diligently, your hands braced on his knees for leverage, thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling from his mouth. It was sweaty, it was hot, and from the way your pussy rippled, it was about to get even hotter.
Then, from out of nowhere, you stopped and stood up.
“And that’s my workout done for the day,” you announced, stepping away from him.
Jey could not keep his jaw from dropping in shock. “The fuck? Babe!” he exclaimed with wide eyes.
You casually adjusted your clothes and ignored the prominent tent in his shorts. “Yep. Pelvic thrusts. Great for mobility,” you explained, fighting the urge to laugh. He looked so frustrated, it was hilarious.
The Samoan squared his shoulders and glared at you. “Damn dick tease. I’ma get you for that, ya hear me?” he threatened.
“I hope so.” For a long moment, you regarded him, talking to him without saying a word. You were checking on him, hoping he was okay. Jey’s expression softened in understanding, and he grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to your inner wrist. The feeling of his mouth gently pressed to your skin made your stomach clench with a sweet mix of affection and need.
“See you upstairs, baby. I’ll be right up, a’ight?” he prodded gently, his eyes shining with gratitude.
You nodded. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go, before I bend your fine ass over my lap.” He burst out laughing as your eyes lit up at the prospect. “Go!”
“Fine.” Blowing him a kiss, you left the room before he could change his mind and carry out his dastardly threat. Like he did a couple of weeks ago, when he locked you inside the laundry room and proceeded to fuck you for an hour. In eight different positions. All while getting the laundry done. Good Lord. Could you do that again, actually?
Buying a jetted jacuzzi tub big enough for two, was one of the best decisions you and Jey had ever made, expense be damned. It was one of your favorite things about the whole house, your place of Zen and tranquility after a long day. You ensured the water was adequately seasoned with Epsom salts and eucalyptus mints among others. Turning off the hot water, you stripped off, tucked your hair into a shower cap, and lowered yourself carefully into the tub. You leaned back and closed your eyes with a deep sigh, allowing the quiet to take over the ambience. You could feel your pores opening instantly, absorbing the mint and the steam, making you feel much more relaxed.
The sound of shoes being noisily kicked off forced your eyes open, landing on the handsome Samoan culprit grinning cheekily at you.
“That looks nice,” he commented.
“It feels amazing,” you concurred, crooking your finger at him. "C'mere, Daddy. Come join me."
Like he would ever turn down such an offer. He peeled off the t-shirt that stuck to his sweaty skin, followed by his so-called hoochie daddy shorts. He blushed at the way your eyes glossed over with desire as they raked over his body. He would never stop enjoying the way you looked at him. He descended into the tub on the opposite side, allowing his legs to entwine with yours underneath the water. Once he was seated, he exhaled loudly, leaning back and closing his eyes like you did.
“Your mind’s a mile away from here,” you spoke up after a few minutes of observing him in silence. “Come back to me, baby. Talk to me.”
Jey turned his head toward the window, staring dully at the bright sky outside. When he spoke, the pain in his voice hurt your soul.
“Tell me how I let all of this shit happen,” he whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing, man. Staying in the Bloodline to protect Jimmy. I thought I had everything under control. Until I got in that ring on Saturday night. It shoulda been just another match for me. But one look at Sami and all I saw was red. I let my emotions get the best of me. Now we’ve lost the fucking titles.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “The crazy part is, I believe Sami. I know he’s right about everything. Everything he warned me about is happenin’ now. Baby I just don’t know what to do.”
He looked over at you, and your heartstrings tugged at the helplessness you saw in his eyes, something you realized you’d been seeing too often lately. It was taking a toll on the usually confident, self-assured man you knew and loved. It was no secret that your boyfriend was under the Tribal Chief’s thumb, with no true will of his own. You had your own opinions on everything that was happening and you had told Jey that much, but it was ultimately up to him to do what he needed to do.
Pushing away from your end of the tub, you waded in between his spread legs, resting your back against his chest. You always seemed to fit so perfectly against him. His arms instantly came around you, feeding off your warmth, your aura, your quiet strength that he so desperately needed.
“You’re not happy, Jey,” you assessed. “I wish you didn’t second-guess yourself so much, because your instincts are almost always right. You need to act on them again. I want you to do what’s best for you. Nobody else. Not Sami, not your brothers, not your cousin…not even me. Look out for Jey Uso this time. Just this once. And as always, whatever you decide, I got your back one hundred percent.”
Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel him absorbing your advice, letting your words swirl around in his head. You only hoped this meant that his misery would come to an end sooner rather than later. Exhaling heavily, he reclined again, stretching one arm across the top of the tub’s ceramic surface and holding onto you with the other.
“After this shit is over, I owe you a vacation,” he spoke. “Just you and me, far away from here.”
“Ooh, yes I’m down for that,” you nodded eagerly.
“Yeah. I definitely owe you a ring, too.”
“A ring?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then it hit you. Your head angled up to meet his eyes. “Mr. Ucey Jucey, are you proposing to me?”
Jey shrugged. “I told you I’ma marry you one day, lil’ mama. I ain’t changed my mind,” he said.
“You sure you’re ready for my craziness on a full-time basis?”
“That’s what I love about you the most, baby. I ain’t letting nobody else have you, that’s for damn sure.”
“Hmm. So you’re possessive,” you interrogated.
“I just know a good thing when I see it,” he stated, gazing deep into your eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I ain’t letting it go, not even with my last breath.”
“And I’m not letting you go either,” you smiled, leaning into him, “You’re all mine, my big bad hoochie daddy.”
“Stop,” he warned, licking his lips.
“Stop what?”
“Calling me that.”
You raised your eyebrow. “Make me.”
Jey's amused expression instantly became serious, and he swallowed hard as his eyes dilated. It was always a thrill for you, challenging his control, anticipating what he would do to you afterwards. Just as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his right hand glide slowly down your body.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your words dissolving into a gasp when he squeezed your right breast.
“Finishing what you started.”
Your breath hitched when his hand continued its journey down south and slipped between your thighs. Instinctively you opened them, letting him play with your pussy using the tips of his long fingers. "Oh fuck," you gasped, your head tilting back when they breached your folds, going in deep. Licking your lips, you moaned and then grunted as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. “Oh god, Jey, yes…”
His lips swept the length of your neck, your little moans music to his ears. "You like that, mama? Like my fingers deep in you?"
You tried to respond, but the words evaporated as he dug deeper into your pussy. You spread your legs wider in the water, letting him work you at the pace he wanted. His mouth suckled your throat, and a blissful sigh sang from inside your heaving chest, your body awash with heat as his fingers probed you.
“Daddy…”
“Yeah, say my name, baby.”
It was as though he’d cast a spell on you, the urgency with which you needed him inside you, on you, all over you. Holding the back of your head steady with his other hand, he leaned down and covered your lips with his. Your fingers raked through the wetness of his mullet fade, moving your lips greedily against his as he sped up the movements of his fingers.
“Mmm, these lips were made for kissing me,” he murmured dreamily, and his soft words turned you to mush. Your mouth remained on his even as you rotated your body, unwilling to release him for even the few seconds it took to turn around. You climbed onto his lap and sat on him. His hands immediately sought the curve of your ass, squeezing in large handfuls. Your pierced, erect nipples pressed against his chest, delightfully rising and sinking like two round buoys in the sea. His groin felt hot against yours, just like it did in the gym. As he guided you down his length, you quickly grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from slipping. You both gasped from the familiar joy of your bodies joining, with every inch of Jey’s thick length sliding all the way inside you.
Jey didn't think he had ever felt you so tight, yet so slick and easy to penetrate. He watched you closely as you rocked your hips slowly, carefully, making sure you had all of him. You lifted your knees and wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels pressing against his lower back and prompting Jey to sit up and hug you tight. The tilt of his cock as you rolled your hips forward brought out another groan from you both. You rode him at a variety of paces, watching the pleasure wash over his face with each change. He lifted one hand to toy with your nipple, his palm squeezing your breast as you moaned in response. You paused for a second to adjust yourself on top of him, then switched up your movements, rising and falling, your pussy gripping his length tightly with every drop and dragging a hiss from his lips. You rode him good, rode him hard, your wanton gasps of pleasure echoing around the bathroom. Jey’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he kneaded and massaged your ass, then gripping hard as he took control, working you on his dick.
“Fuck, yes, yes!” you groaned into his neck as he steered you on his pole, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he grinded you onto him, increasing the stimulation on your clit. Then, he was lifting you up and down, bouncing you with a desperation that turned you on even more. Words failed you at this point, reduced to a panting, moaning mess. You were dizzy from pleasure, almost at the edge of release. The water splashing around you went ignored in the throes of passion, with him growling against your throat as you whimpered in his arms.
Jey’s grip on your waist was vice-like as he bounced you harder, chasing his own release. It felt like you were cracking in two from the scorching heat you and Jey had created. You didn’t try to tamp down your moans as you came. It was sweet and ferocious and ravaging all at once, ushering Jey himself past the point of control as he spurted generously inside you. His deep, raspy groan broke you all over again, and you let the ripples plunge you into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer force of his. When it was over, you were both spent and trembling in the water, breathing raggedly, clinging to each other for dear life. Jey dropped a kiss to your forehead and then your nose, the gesture warm and tender.
“Damn, Daddy,” you moaned, earning a proud grin from him.
"Ay, you wanted dick, you got it. You're welcome," he said matter-of-factly, carefully lifting you off his cock and helping you out of the water.
“So arrogant.”
“Luh you too, boo.”
After draining the tub, the two of you made your way into the shower for a proper cleansing. You ended up in there for much longer than usual thanks to your make-out session beneath the cascading water while soaping each other up. There was something so sexy about him pinning you to the wall as you kissed, your wet bodies pressed together, the little sensual noises of pleasure you both made while he gripped and massaged your ass cheeks. As you left the shower, he maneuvered you towards the sink, facing the mirror. You hissed softly as the cold surface contrasted erotically with the heat of your man's body on your back, and you braced your hands on the bathroom countertop. He started kissing your neck, his hand shifting upwards so he could caress your breasts. You watched him in the mirror, your pussy moistening further at the sexy sight.
As he continued to nuzzle your throat, you flexed your spine, pressing your ass into his groin, and was rewarded by the sharp breath he sucked in. Relieving you of your shower cap, he swept your curly hair into his fist and pressed another kiss to your throat, meeting your eyes through the mirror.
“I love the way you look at me, like you want me,” he whispered.
“I do want you. I want you every day of my life. I’ll always want you, Jey,” you vowed. The look he gave you in response was so purely masculine, so primal, visibly turned on by your declaration.
"That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he instructed, kissing your cheek, “Let me show you what I see every time we fuck."
Swallowing hard, you watched his head drop, and gasped as his fingers slipped unexpectedly between your legs, gathering your juices. You could hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick, and you longed to turn around and look, to watch him spread your essence all over himself. His husky groan as he lined his dick up with your entrance made your pussy flutter. Catching your eye in the mirror, he smirked at your impatient expression and smacked your backside for your troubles.
"Don’t worry, you gon’ get every inch, baby, all of it, it’s yours," he promised. With no further preamble, he bent you over, used your hips to pull you up onto your tiptoes, and entered you from behind. Your sharp gasp filled the bathroom as your walls stretched to accommodate his length and girth, your body almost doubling over in the process. His eyes remained on yours through the mirror as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, reveling in the pleasure washing over your features.
A string of moans left your lips as his cock speared you over and over, his tattooed arm around your waist to hold you steady. Your breasts jutted forward as your spine arched back, both of you transfixed by the reflection in the mirror, both of you extremely turned on, panting with the sheer eroticism of watching yourselves have sex.
"Baby, you feel so good," you groaned, bending over slightly as he thrust deeper into you. His long fingers threaded through your hair, and he used it to roughly pull you back up, almost to a standing position. Both of you were panting, moaning, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the sounds of your flesh pounding together ringing in your ears.
Dropping a wet kiss to your neck, he growled in your ear as he stared you down through the mirror. "Look at us, baby. Look how fucking good we look together."
You did look good, especially with him inside you. Together, your joined reflection looked good. You were an amazing pair, you and the man of your wildest dreams. You spread your legs further and rocked onto the balls of your feet, bringing him deeper into you, your breasts bouncing in time to his fierce thrusts, his hand still in your hair to hold you in place. He was insatiable for you, and you for him.
"Shit, baby, your pussy is so good. You’re takin’ Daddy’s dick so well," he rasped.
His glassy eyes and barely contained groans told you he was close to coming. A naughty idea came to your mind, and you brought your hand down to touch yourself, moaning when your fingers slipped easily over the slick wetness you found there. Jey's eyes darkened in the mirror as he watched you, his hand in your hair tightening reflexively as you started stroking rapidly, right over where his dick made that sweet connection with your pussy.
Being the showman that he was, Jey loved himself a good show. And you found that you quite liked putting on a show for your man.
You could feel your body start to heat up, your swollen clit protruding against your fingers at the same time he deep-stroked your wetness. As you watched him in the mirror, you could see and feel the tension building inside him, matching yours, your naked bodies starting to tremble from the climbing pleasure.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whined. Those four words seemed to set him off. His movements became wilder, rougher, mounting to a rising crescendo. He had you literally on the tips of your toes, at the very edge of euphoria, finally falling over when his teeth sank into your shoulder.
“Jey!”
You exploded. Releasing one more time all over his dick. Jey was right behind you, pumping hard inside you once, twice, and groaning into your shoulder as he came. His body shuddered against yours, your orgasms seemingly pulsing through both of you together. Gripping your hips tight, he moaned again, rolling his pelvis against your thick, juicy backside to drain every drop of his cum into your warm, intoxicating pussy. You purred softly with satisfaction and rested your head on his shoulder, letting him envelop you in those strong arms of his as your bodies calmed down.
Jey slowly pulled out of you, his eyes flickering to your stance; naked, bent over with your legs splayed, with his seed trickling down your inner thighs. So fucking hot. He turned you back to him, a small smile on his face when you tiptoed up to kiss his lips and play with his hair.
“So…what else are we doin’ today?” he asked you.
“We might need another shower,” you giggled, rubbing his back, “Also, I want you to make me breakfast wearing one of them tiny shorts,” you added. “You’re gonna wear them all day and nothing else.”
“That what you want, baby?”
“Yeah, and for me and my eyes only. No videos,” you quickly added the caveat.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, laughing when you smacked his arm.
“I said what I said. I think your beloved IG fangirls have seen enough for today,” you pouted.
He chuckled at your little riot act and pecked your pouty lips. “Fine. Anything for you, pretty girl.”
“Thanks, Hoochie Daddy. Love you.”
Jey could only sigh and shake his head with a big smile. He wouldn’t have your cheeky self any other way. “Love you, too, lil’ mama.”
THE END.
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I’m on a roll with Jey rn. But I’ll 100% go back to my Tribal Chief soon. This one didn’t have too much drama, but I hope you liked it, still.
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This is something I’ve had in my mind for a while but I may I ask if the skelebros of different aus were to give their S/O a hug from behind but accidentally scare them instead and get absolutely uppercuted in the jaw because their S/O has a fight not a flight response- preferably no gender specific pronouns for S/O if that’s okay ;w;
Undertale Sans - He panic dodges the attack by teleporting two inches on your right. Damn. He didn't expect you to fight this early in the morning. He sheepishly apologized for scaring you. He didn't mean it. Now he's warning you by making some noise when he does this.
Undertale Papyrus - He falls on his butt, surprised. He's not hurt, he has tough bones, but still, that was something. You know you could enter the Royal Guard with a punch like that? He can train you to use it on Undyne if you really want to hit something.
Underswap Sans - He instinctively stops your arm and pins it behind your back like he's going to arrest you. Uh... He didn't mean to do that, you spooked him just as well. He thought he was at his job. You decide both to not talk again about what just happened.
Underswap Papyrus - He falls on the floor like a dead sea star, in shock. He dramatically stares at the ceiling for long minutes, before looking at you like a kicked puppy. Why? He didn't do anything! That hurts! :(
Underfell Sans - He dodges by moving his head out of the way and then angrily pushes you onto the floor. The hell is your problem? Ya're trying to hurt him or something? He's already not a big fan of hugs but like hell you're having another one if you treat him like this.
Underfell Papyrus - He has a fight response to your fight response. He grabs your arm, makes you fly above his head, and slams you on the floor. He then gasps in shock when he realizes what he just did and panically apologizes to you, trying to make you stand on your legs. You scared him, he's sorry!
Horrortale Sans - He quickly backs away, hisses at you, and then leaves to pout in a corner. He doesn't want to talk to you the rest of the afternoon lol. You hurt his feelings, now he's mad. You better bake him a cake to apologize.
Horrortale Papyrus - He stops your hand in his huge hand with ease before you can land a hit on him. He stares in shock but quickly lets you go. You are glad you didn't hit him but also terrified because you just realized he could easily crush your whole arm if he really wanted to. Willow tries to warn when he wants a hug after that.
Swapfell Sans - He gasps as you hit him, offended. The hell?! You dare to hit him? You dare to hurt him! Scandalous! He's leaving the room, gasping at you. Then you hear him gasp on the stairs. And then in his room. He can't believe it! You can tell he's dramatic. You barely touched him lol.
Swapfell Papyrus - He high-pitched screams as you suddenly punch him in the face. He falls on his back, feeling a bit dizzy. Damn, that was something. Maybe put a little less force in the hit next time. He sees everything in double for a few minutes, half knocked out.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He stares at you, shocked, then puts a hand on his hurting cheekbones. He then growls at you, makes your soul blue, and yeets you through the living room, before going to pout on the couch, falsely upset. Nope, he doesn't regret one second doing that.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He whimpers, then looks down like a child. He looks at you with sad eyes, wondering what he did wrong. You feel so so guilty right now. So guilty that you're going to come to bed to cuddle with him for two hours without complaining. As soon as you're in bed, Coffee goes back to normal. That's when you realize you actually didn't hurt him at all and that he tricked you.
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Taking Care of Rhett headcannons (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Sometimes Rhett just needs to be taken care of. He does it alot for you, but when it comes to him, you can tell that he definitely needs it
You guys were planning and in the process of building your dream home up in Bozeman, but alot of the work and paperwork for it keeps Rhett up at night so he had alot of dark circles under his eyes
You immediately knew what to do when you saw how awful they looked. The next week and a half it was ice packs and cucumber slices on the eyes
Once he was out helping Royal and he was wearing a new pair of boots he had gotten as a birthday gift. The pain from the friction was so bad that Royal had to help him limp back into the house and when you took off Rhett's boots and his socks, you saw firsthand how gross his feet were. All over there were tons of cuts, scratches, blisters and raw marks from the shoes. You had him soak his feet in hot water and clove oil which not only cleaned his feet but made them smell a million times better (lol)
Fall and winter are usually when Rhett gets a raging case of bronchitis and feels like shit. You'll usually have to make him lay down and have the rescue inhaler next to him at all times, but he doesn't mind it as much because Cecelia has this excellent recipe for "sick stew" which cleans the mucous right outta him
God forbid he gets the flu or a stomach virus. That usually ends with you having to hold his shoulders while he's praying to the porcelain god and putting him back to bed with a cool washcloth on his head
After a bull ride, Rhett has the worst body aches imaginable. They usually go from his neck to his shoulders and right straight down his back. You've rubbed enough of the aches out of him that he doesn't argue with you anymore about it. He'll just lay on the couch with you straddling his hips and sitting on his firm butt, groaning about how good you're making him feel at that moment
Not everything is sick or injury related, although that happens more often than you think
You and Rhett are the king and queen of aftercare!!!!
If you two are having seriously hot sex and you've both just come down from the high, Rhett's usually the first one to take care of you, but you make damn sure that you do the same for him
Because you two mean the world to each other
So whatever he does for you, you always make it a point to do the same for Rhett
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dee's january 2024 fic recs
ok so. i thought i'd do a fic rec list every month this year of just my favourite fics that got bookmarked in the month (not necessarily written in the past month) that had just passed... i was a bit busy for the past few days but FINALLY i got the chance to sit down so!!
(if you want to play fic roulette here's some blind links otherwise!! enjoy under the cut
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3:30 by sevenfists
pairing: sidney crosby/evgeni malkin
rating: E
words: 11k
summary: Napping with Sid would be inconvenient, embarrassing, and more than a little gay, and maybe Zhenya was a little gay, but he didn’t need to advertise it.
i LOVE "oh this thing we do together has become a routine now we Have to do it before games" fics and you should too!! this one is So cute i love it....
waiting for confessions of love by catchingpapermoons
pairing: jamie drysdale/trevor zegras/mason mctavish
rating: M
words: 41k
summary: “I’ll be so real with you, man,” Trevor says, pulling back. “I had no fucking idea you liked dudes.”
one thing about me is that i am an absolute sucker for miscommunication and will love it at all costs and this fic DELIVERS!!!! and so well!!
high into the blue by idday
pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid
rating: T
words: 10k
summary: Lieutenant John Eichel of the United States Navy – Boston to his squadron and Jack to the people who matter – is reckless and cocky and too smug for his own damn good.
But even Connor has to admit that the boy can goddamn fly.
(Captain Connor McDavid, Royal Canadian Air Force, is by the book in the worst way, conservative and careful and liable to get himself killed out there. Jack shouldn’t be impressed by him. He really shouldn’t.)
when i tell you i SCREAMED when i got the notif for this fic and then immediately went and watched top gun.,.... if you know me you know anything idday puts out i literally eat up like mceichel is the only thing that will ever sustain me ever again and this was NO exception,,,, always a pleasure to be able to experience an idday fic is what i say
play your heart out by ribena
pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid
rating: M
words: 4k
summary: Connor loses his heart. Leon finds it for the both of them.
oughh./.. ouhhh.... what even to say.... clutches my heart (lol)...... beautiful..... i literally screamed cried went through it..... please read like literally begs you
nobody wins afraid of losing by adelphenium
pairing: tyler bertuzzi/dylan larkin
rating: E
words: 12k
summary: It’s been almost a year since the first trade. It’s been just a few weeks since they last saw each other, facing off on the ice here in Toronto. In all the months since the Boston run, Tyler’s done nothing but read Dylan’s texts from the notifications bar like a sad and filthy sack of shit, too weak not to feel a thrill whenever a Saw that goal, what a beauty berts or a Hope you’re sleeping ok came through.
Or: Tyler and Dylan during the 2024 bye week.
"hey you bookmarked this one on december 31st" IM PUTTING IT IN JANUARY!!!!! PLEASE READ THIS FIC!!!!! not only did jamie adelphenium write it but its just. it has shaped the way i view tyler bertuzzi and sparked a love for mr hockey butt himself..... what a good fic yall please read
reserve your ardors by wrightsworth
pairing: jamie benn/tyler seguin
rating: E
words: 9k
summary: Jamie was in over his head. He had been out of his depth for months if he was being honest, ever since he picked Seggy up from the airport that first time in the humid Dallas air and his Omega genes decided to make themselves known, and loudly.
it wouldnt be me without some good old bennguin and RAHH pining and omegaverse and unrequited-requited and miscommunication like what else could you want in a fic its so good
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Sebbie, good GOD!!!! I swear Lew's ass is following me around like it's my shadow!!! Not that I mind of course 🤭🤭🤭🤭 Although it does remind me of a little thotty thot (lol).
I have a hc that when Royal was younger, he had either a 1976 Pontiac Firebird or a 1973 Cuda (take your pick, they're both seriously hot cars). For Fathers' Day, you and Rhett decided you were gonna do something really, really nice for him and since Fathers' Day happened to fall on his and Cece's wedding anniversary, you guys knew it was gonna have to be extra special. You, him and a few of your close family friends decided to comb the junkyards and lo and behold, you found it, you found the damn car (lol).
However, what you weren't counting on was the entire time you guys were fixing the car, you would walk in and tease Rhett. He loves workin without a shirt and since the weather's been hot, that habit's been more apparent than usual. You saw him working outside on it one day, the hood propped up and himself bent over so that his denim clad butt was on full display. Ya'll can't help but run up and give his butt a little bit of a smack which ends with you two thoroughly fucking, standing up and pressed against part of the car, Rhett's hands leaving black smudges all over your thighs.
It's totally worth it though, seeing the look on his parents' faces when they see the car fully restored, but the four of you definitely have that look on your faces because both you and Rhett as well as Royal and Cece christened the back seat of the car (lol).
yessssss! omg, lew’s (and rhett’s) ass is something we need to talk about forever and ever and ever! 🤭 omg and! rhett fixing up a car, shirtless, denim clad thighs straining and him getting all dirty is ALSO something we need to talk about forever and ever and ever! this is such a hot thot, thank you so much for this, my love! 🤤💌
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Mo-Mo, I swore I was gonna wait for this but I just couldn't help it (lol).
After seeing those photos of young Royal and Cecelia in the promo shots, all I can think about are those damn home movie tapes (lol). We saw Cece's pregnancy journey with Rhett, but what about when the precious lil bean got older?
Royal's personal favorite home video was when Rhett was about ten months old and he brought him down to meet the horses. Royal was holding him in one arm and Baby Rhett was reaching up to pet the big stallion's snout when he suddenly snorted and scared Rhett, two seconds later the baby spit his binkie out and screamed "FUCK!!!!" in his lil baby voice........that was his first word (lol).
Cut to two years later when Rhett was two and Perry was being a little asshole at the dinner table. Cecelia's trying to get the kitchen cleaned up and Royal's making sure the boys finish their dinner and Perry's tattling on Rhett because of something stupid. Royal just cuts in and goes "Perry, nobody likes a tattle-tale", cue baby Rhett going "Yeah nobody does Pewy" and Perry dumping his whole plate of spaghetti all over his brother (lol).
Oh but that's nothing compared to that summer when it was bathtime. Cecelia would haul out the big metal washtub and scrub the boys outside. Royal was running in and out of the frame chasing Baby Rhett, who by this point was running butt naked all over God's green earth and loudly declaring "NO DADDY! NO!!! NO BAF FOR ME!!!!!"
Or the exasperated looks on their faces when Rhett came running up to them one day and Royal caught on camera poor little Rhett going "Daddy, Pewy pushed me in da pile of horse poop." Of course Perry's denying it while their grandfather, Royal's dad, is yelling for Perry to "get yer fuckin ass over here".
"The Great Leaf Pile War of 1996" was pure gold though. The dog was involved and had Royal and Cecelia rolling for hours.
Rhett, Kayce Dutton and their best friend, Wes Redwood (a very well known rez brat from over the hill and Joy's little cousin) filmed themselves at ten years old, singing along and dancing to Lil Jon's "Get Low" at ten years old in the bed of Royal's truck. In the background you can hear Royal yelling at'em from the garage to "stop singing that fuckin song". Years later when they were all at Montana State, some of Rhett's Delta Tau brothers helped him, Kayce and Wes recreate the video. Cecelia sent him a text when she got it with only one word in response "Dumbasses" (lol, she did the same thing when the boys lip synced to Awkwafina's "My Vag").
Mo-Mo please enjoy this hilarious little slice of life from the Abbotts and if you want any more, please let me know, I'm always happy to pick from the orchard (lol).
Mary, I needed this hilarious slice of life so much today! I'm actually rolling at Perry being told off for being a tattle tale because he has SUCH tattle tale vibes 🫢
Thank you for sharing the gems that are your mind!!
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What are your top 10 favourite FE Engage Support chain?
I’ll be honest, most of them center around Zelkov, Hortensia, and Veyle. There’s a few stand-out ones I like, but those were a luxury since I was so focused on trying to get through the game.
So top 10, in no particular order:
Jean and Zelkov. This support was probably one of Zelkov’s best, personality-wise. And it really showed Jean’s growth in becoming friends with him.
Hortensia and Veyle. The TENSION between these two after what happened. Both characters could be sympathized with, and seeing Hortensia eventually coming to terms with and attempting to befriend Veyle, and Veyle trying to make things right, it was very sweet.
Hortensia and Fogado. This was the support that actually made me ship some characters in this game. I like how Hortensia going along with Fogado helps her fill that desire to help people, on a more personal level. And Fogado opens up to her with a little bit of insecurity about his ability to assist Timerra. I love it so much <3
Zelkov and Citrinne. Man, this one was SUPER insightful, and it felt like Citrinne and Zelkov had a genuine connection as friends.
Diamant and Citrinne. Soooo, I had no idea they were cousins until the B support for this one, lol. But this one also shows a softer side to Diamant, something that endears his character as a royal a little more than some of the other main royals.
Hortensia and Alear. THIS is the support that really gives you good insight into Hortensia’s character. And it shows that mature side of her, adoring her mother and wanting to be genuinely compassionate, just… struggling a little.
Louis and Ivy. I know I said I’m not as fond of Ivy as much, but this one was genuinely one of her best supports and I also kind of ship these two a little as well. I love how Louis got her flustered.
Veyle and Alear. MY HEART.
Hortensia and Rosado. I’ll admit Hortensia was a little hard-headed in this one, but that was there to show Rosado’s eye for art, the beauty in the natural state. And it showed how sweet Rosado was, as he really just saw the beauty in the “real” Hortensia.
Boucheron and Framme. THIS ONE. WAS SO DAMN SWEET. Boucheron reading to Framme because she wasn’t good at it, both Boucheron and Framme crying over the book. This was a good one.
Honorable mention to Alcryst and Celine, that one was also very sweet. One of the rare genuine supports where these two REALLY had a connection without Alcryst’s crippling self-esteem being the butt of the joke. Actually, scratch the honorable mention, this one is just number eleven that I’ll force into the list.
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So someone uploaded the whole vcine on bilibili and I saw it... well not in its entirety as I skipped around... I won't be spoiling things... just some gripes I have.
They deadass gave Chair to Michinaga's Plosion Rage first fight as a bgm:
Let's add that to the list of things Michinaga has stolen from Keiwa :p
I will say that they really made full use of Ryuga Sato's karate background because damn! Only he has the most screen time in out-of-suit fight in the vcine, the other one being Neon.
Another positive is that this didn't contain another Sakamoto staple, with women fighting, the thigh shot.
The Vcine also details some lore about the supporters, how humanity was destroyed, the future.
but yeah... a non-spoilery things about the vcine... ngl I will rewatch Ryuga Sato's fight scene because damn, his back flips are glorious lol
/wry at Lo dude
(very unfriendly thoughts about Mr Puce Cow under read more 😃)
Well isn't that pretty on brand of Lo butt that he kept trying to be smth that he was not? I mean, he wanted so much to be like Ace that he tried to copy how Ace fight and (later) emulate Ace's ideology (and failed doing both, and vent out about it as he died) or tried to act like Keiwa to appear more heroic (and to try to 'redeem' himself after that shitshow during the JGP and Desire Royale). So figures he'd try to act like he's a secondary now by using Chair (I'm just gonna treat this as the production team being lazy to give Lo his own separate fight song so he's just gonna have to accept borrowing Kei-chan's hand-me-downs)
#ask box replies#kamen rider geats#kamen rider#to be clear... I'm fine with moku-chan#but i can't help being extremely ruthless to Lo
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I want the Japanese back cover of this manga so bad!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔 No offense Hercule, BUT I WANT HIM I DON’T WANT YAAAA 😭😭💔💔
P.s. Look at his perfect royal butt... 😂😍🙈💙
#vegeta#my prince 🥺💕#dbs#dragon ball super#dbs manga#dbs super volume 14#manga back cover#damn that’s a royal butt lol
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Doing another one of my own headcanon thoughts, aha. ^^;;
Brothers Reacting to MC Having a Super Affectionate Cat!
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Lucifer:
He thinks it's pretty cute how sweet and loving the cat is with MC, until that affection starts getting aimed at him
Please MC come get this furball off his desk and away from his important papers
Jokes on him, the cat still finds a way back into his study and curls up in the most inconvenient spot
And meows relentlessly at him for pets and attention
Battle of wills ensues between these two beings, and it drives Lucifer up a damn wall
Just caves and let's the furball lay in his lap, petting them while he works on his documents
Okay maybe it's pretty cute how loud they purr when he shows them attention
Mammon:
Loves the cat to bits, especially when they climb into his lap and start purring up a storm
MC's cat? Nah, this is Mammon's cat now!
Will go out of his way to buy them a bunch of toys and even a fancy cat tree that gets set up in his room, not MC's lol
Will pout and mope if the cat shows any of his brothers any kind of attention; I thought we were bros? Besties? Betrayal you damn furball...
Is in heaven when he gets to curl up with both MC and the cat, it's just one big cuddle fest between them
Leviathan:
MC, please, think about all his figurines and important mangas and posters and body pillows...don't let them scratch, he is begging
Gets royally annoyed if the cat climbs up on his desk and splays on his keyboard when he is in the middle of a game
(they just want to do what you are doing Levi, let them love you, you damn nerd!)
He starts falling for them when they curl up in his lap and purr like crazy, nuzzling his hands and arms intensely and meows at him for attention
MC hands him treats to give the cat, and it's pretty much all over after that, they are up his butt a lot from there on
They become cuddle buddies in his tub-bed, them laying on his chest while he plays with his handheld or reads his latest manga
Satan:
Over. The freakin'. Moon.
MC, you are never seeing your cat again, Satan is keeping them in his room, and no you don't get a say in it
Is practically beaming with happiness when the cat starts following him every where, even into the bathroom, it doesn't bother him
The cat will always have a spot in his lap. He will fume if anyone tries to make them sit in their lap (except MC of course, they are the exception)
The cat will never want for food, treats, and toys, Satan will have them at all times to provide when the cat meows for something
Asmodeus:
Finds the cat incredibly cute, but please keep them off his clothes and out of his room; the shedding hair can be a horrible problem
Gets confused when the cat starts following him around and meowing at him all the time, like yes feline, do you desire assistance or something?
Wants to be in his lap all the time but he tries to shoo off; sorry, Asmo you are now their best friend and you can't do anything about it
The cat will literally climb him like a tree and perch on his shoulder on on his head for the sake of getting his attention
Eventually caves and gives in to the cat, letting them sit on his lap and even spend time in his room with him
Beelzebub:
Furry cuddly baby, he really likes them so much
Will carry the cat around in his arms everywhere, enjoying their loud purring and cuddling in his hold
Gives the biggest pouty face when the cat decides to leave him and go do their own thing
Will even walk around looking for them so he can give them more pets and treats
Sneaks them pieces of meat from his sandwiches when they are sitting with him and he is eating
Finds it to be the cutest thing if MC, Belphie, and the cat all sit on his back when he is doing push ups
Belphegor:
Loves to pet and play with the cat all the time, almost as much as Satan
Secretly enjoys them following him around even though he complains to MC about them being obsessed with him
Whenever he takes a nap, always wakes up with the cat either on his chest, his back, or next to his head, purring loudly and nuzzling against him
Huffs in annoyance when he finds them curled up on his cow pillow, but will just let them keep it for a while
Though when it comes to napping or cuddling with MC, that will usually result in a jealous fight over who gets to lay their head in their lap
#obey me#shall we date obey me#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#headcanon#i love cats so much
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seven sins | chapter nine.
pairing: bts x reader ; kim namjoon x reader
fandom: bts
warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex ; impregnation kink (they all have that at this point lol)
genre: smut ; fluff ; angst
word count: 2.4k+
previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8
summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.
a/n: it’s getting teeeeeense here!
The secret you've been trying to hide from the queen so desperately, exposed by one of the princes and so... casually. You were staring at Namjoon with shock and that seemed to amuse him more than anything.
“Don't worry. I won't tell, I know you've been taking them so that my big brother can be the one to impregnate you,” Namjoon said and you instantly let out a sigh of relief, that you quickly hid by gulping down. That wasn't at all what you were taking it for, but you'd rather have him believe this than know the truth, “And I think it's good, it let’s my brothers have their share and feel special.”
“But then why even bring this up?”
“It's not common knowledge that these herbs prevent pregnancies. I only know about it because I've buried my nose in books all my life. So that makes me wonder... how do you know?”
Would this be your chance to finally tell him about it? The fact that you were not actually a concubine, but a physician? Would this finally be over? But if you told him the truth, what would happen? What if he didn’t like it and then, if worse came to worse, killed you for treason?
You knew your time was running out and you had to finally come clean... to somebody. But would Namjoon really be the right choice?
“Well... my mother and father, they...-
But without knocking, someone slid open the door and your instincts kicked in, too afraid that whoever this was had heard what you had said and would then force you to go on.
This wasn’t something the wrong person should hear.
So you grabbed Namjoon's shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing him deeply.
“Oh.. I'm... sorry,” another physician instantly bowed a few times, but Namjoon was already gone, immediately kissing you back.
False alarm, but by the time she was gone, you realized that you had already pushed Namjoon over the edge, his eyes full of lust.
Not really what you had in mind....
“We'll have this discussion later... promise me,” he whispered against your lips and you nodded, but inside, you shook your head.
He wasn’t the right one for this. Prince Namjoon was the smartest of the princes, but he was also one of the most intimidating ones. You had such a heard time reading him, no idea how he would react to the news once he heard it.
So, it was still only prince Seokjin or the king himself.
You knew you could use his lust to your advantage and make him forget about what you had just said for now, pulled him between your legs on the mattress that was on the floor and grinned.
There wasn't much foreplay involved, despite you having thought that he'd be one of the few that would actually like it, but maybe he was just too excited now, because when he pulled down his pants, his dick immediately sprang up.
“Are you sure?” still, stuff like this made you happy. He probably meant because of what happened earlier with the queen, but you felt safe with him now, when he didn’t know your secrets.
Namjoon still leaned down and kissed you, a lot more gentle than what you had expected. His dick was sliding through your folds, entering you effortlessly within minutes because of how wet you got.
But then again... this man looked like a god on top of you. Who could blame you for that?
“How hard do you want me to go?” he whispered against your lips, only moving ever so slightly on top of you.
“You're the prince,” you brushed your hand through his hair, the other you grabbed his butt with, “Take me in whatever way you want.”
In a different situation he maybe would have taken his time, but Namjoon was so ready to do just that, that he got up on his knees and pushed your legs back, beginning to fuck you mercilessly.
The duality.
His eyes never left yours though, if he had seen just a slight flicker of discomfort, he would have stopped.
All he could see, however, was you biting down on your lip, trying not to scream from pleasure when he pushed your legs further back and hit the spot inside you, that made you see stars.
So that was a good sign.
He let go of your legs, only so that he could lean down and whisper in your ear once more.
“These herbs are great, you know?” he chuckled, his next thrust so deep that you did scream, “But I read that they don't always work...”
You were breathing heavily when he looked at you, confusion written all over your face.
“I can't help but wonder.. what it would be like.. to see you carrying my child.”
You didn't know what kind of books he read, but that was the moment that you realized that you indeed were smarter than him. Thankfully.
You grinned, “Why don't you try?”
Namjoon licked his lips and immediately pulled out, turning you around and then your ass towards him, so that you were now on all fours.
He fucked you from behind, as hard as before, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips.
Despite you knowing that his plan would fail, you didn't complain, not when he once again found that spot within you that made you scream unintentionally.
And to your surprise, when you screamed your final scream, so did Namjoon. He timed it perfectly and spilled himself inside you, filled you to the brim just like he wanted to. And he really made sure that not a single drip of his seed left your body.
Once he was convinced, he gently pushed your upper body down and pulled out of you.
“Stay like this for a few minutes. You'll be with my child soon, beautiful.”
Damn, you really needed to become the royal physician... who the heck told him that this would work?
“Of course, my prince,” you said nevertheless, needing to get on the prince’s good side no matter what.
The king was having dinner with his family later that night, pushing his food around on his plate, before finally looking up at his sons, more specifically at Hoseok, “I heard your concubine gave birth to a girl. Why not a boy?”
“His seed just isn't good quality,” Namjoon joked, making Hoseok get up and ready to fight him, but Jimin instantly pulled his big brother back down.
“What about you, then? Heard you fucked our favorite concubine today? One of the guards said you wanted to get her pregnant.”
That made the room turn quiet instantly, the king narrowing his eyes at Namjoon, “(Y/N)?”
Namjoon became smaller and smaller, but then he said: “Yoongi hyung, Jimin and Taehyung tried too!”
“Hey!” all three of them instantly started arguing that that was not true, in the meantime, Seokjin was sitting at the other end of the table, looking miserable as he forced himself to eat.
The king noticed, but didn't say anything for now. He let his boys argue this out and then disappeared relatively soon, only to ask for his oldest son in his chambers later on.
“You wanted to see me, father?” Seokjin bowed, then knelt down before his father.
“Am I under the right impression that all six of your brothers have had their share with this concubine (Y/N)... all but you?”
Seokjin lowered his head, but then he nodded, “I wanted them to spend time with her first. Since I'm going to be... you know.”
“The father of the future heir that she will have.”
Ah, great. All his responsibilities summed up in one sentence.
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Well, all six of them have had their fun. Now it's time for you to do your duties. I've arranged for her to come to your room tonight. I want you to finally do what you're supposed to do and give this kingdom a prince that will eventually become king.”
“Tonight?” Seokjin stuttered, “But... but Namjoon and her, they..-”
“Tonight, Seokjin. Every day you waste is another day less that this kingdom has a new heir.”
“But father, I don't think that we should..-”
“You dare to talk back to me?” with the way his voice got louder, Seokjin immediately flinched and shook his head, getting up and bowing a few times, way too afraid of his father to say anything else that would undermine his authority.
“I will do what is required of me. I promise you.”
But the moment he was out in the hallway, he felt like crying.
#bts imagine#bts reactions#bts x reader#bts#bangtan#bangtan reaction#bangtan boys#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop reactions#bangtan sonyeondan#reader#bangtan x reader#bangtan boys x reader#mine
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Soldiers by Choice - Chapter VI
Author's Note: So, real life has been stressing me out immensely. Lol. And I really wanted to post this chapter as soon as I could, so please forgive me for any mistakes and any other problems. Haha. In any case, I hope that you all like it!
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CHAPTER 6: Reasons and Apologies
Summary: Mikasa and Levi encounter troublesome Military Police officers while doing a supply run. Meanwhile, at the Cadet Corps headquarters, Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein have another confrontation.
Year 847 (5 months later)
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“Tch. They’re out of bleach.”
Levi glares at the empty row of shelves where jars of commercial bleach usually would be. A few feet away to his left, Mikasa speaks with the shop owner.
“Mr. Gale, I don’t understand. Section Commander Hange told us that you usually have stocks of everything during this time of the month.”
The Titan-scientist and Moblit were on the supply pick-up rotation for the current month. But since they were away on another observation expedition with the Research division, the task had fallen to the two Ackermans.
Mr. Gale, an aging man in his early 50s, clasps his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry, Captain. But due to some issues with our supplier, we won’t have stocks until next month.”
The dark-haired woman sighs at the news. “I see. We will just have to make do with an alternative and the other supplies.”
After a few more words and apologetic gestures from the shop owner, she approaches her co-captain, who is still glowering at the vacant racks.
“They won’t restock until next month.”
His frown deepens. “How the hell are we supposed to properly clean without bleach?”
Mikasa cracks a small smile at his displeasure over the absence of the cleaning agent. In the back of her mind, she muses that even after three years of working together, she still finds his pseudo-obsession with cleanliness to be comical to the point of disbelief.
“We can make our own cleaning formula.” She says. “The store has the necessary ingredients, and the budget is enough to cover them.”
The tautness in his jaw relents at this. “You know how to make bleach?”
She nods. “I do. My mother created her own cleanser. The employees at our estate use it.”
His eyebrows raise in mild surprise. “I didn’t know the Azumabitos also dealt in the cleaning business.” He remarks wryly.
She shifts her eyes from side to side before taking a step closer. "It's a closely guarded family secret." She whispers mock-conspiratorially.
He smirks. “Your secret is safe with me.” He speaks in a similarly hushed tone, and she mirrors his smirk.
---
After perusing the store for the needed ingredients, the two officers help the elderly shop owner place all their purchased supplies in eight wooden crates.
“That’s everything.” Mr. Gale comments as he places the lid on the final crate. “I’ll call my boys to help you load them on your cart.”
“There’s no need for that.” Levi says, already readying himself to lift some of the boxes. “We can handle it.”
The proprietor laughs good-naturedly. "Come now, Captain Levi. I know that you’re ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ and that Captain Mikasa is the ‘Woman Worth a Hundred Soldiers”, but you can’t rea---”
He cuts himself off when the two Ackermans each lift four boxes with little effort.
Mikasa shifts the crates so that she faces the shop owner properly. "Mr. Gale, you've already received the payment from our budgetary officer, correct?"
The older man merely nods, his mouth still agape in shock at the display of inhuman strength.
“We’ll be on our way, then. Thanks, old man.” Levi states, unfazed by the reaction.
The warm afternoon sun greets them as they exit the shop. The commercial area of Trost is filled with chatter from the mass of patrons. Due to the crowded streets, they had to leave their wagon at a fairly secluded area some ways away from the store.
When they finally arrive at where they parked, the crowd has thinned considerably. The few people there are either entering or exiting the complex. The two are in the process of loading the crates onto the cart when they hear the sound of glass breaking, followed by a frightened yell to their right.
They turn their heads to the source see to see a small saloon. One of its front windows is covered by pull-down drapes, while the other one is unobscured. Through the glass of the second one, the co-captains see a middle-aged man and woman, presumably the owners, anxiously speaking to two Military Police officers.
“Whaddaya mean we have to pay?” An MP with light hair slurs loudly while gripping a long-necked bottle.
The woman, who looks to be in her early 40s, attempts to explain. “Sir, you’ve consumed more than two bottles already.” She says, wringing her hands together nervously. “And our store ---”
“Blah!” The other MP, a man with darker hair, sways as he unslings his rifle from his shoulder. Both the woman and her partner take a step back, visibly terrified. “We serve the kingdom!” He yells. “You lot should be grateful! Besides, your stuff tastes like shit!"
He unsteadily aims his rifle at a row of bottles behind the counter while his companion laughs. “You’re right, Ricky!” He shouts, smashing the bottle he was holding against the floor.
The one called Ricky guffaws. "Damn right, I'm right, George!" Slightly swaying, he disengages the safety lock. “I’ve been wanting to try this beauty out! They say this thing can shoot 15 bullets in a row after just one click!” Just as he is about to place his finger on the trigger, he is suddenly struck across the head. The impact of the attack causes him to drop his weapon.
“Ricky!” George makes to unsling his own rifle but barely has time to react before a heavy boot hits him in the stomach. He faintly registers his gun being snatched from him before he is thrown across the room and roughly crashes onto a table and some chairs. One second later, Ricky lands beside him with a loud thud.
They both groan for a moment before raising their heads and seeing the profiles of two other soldiers in the area where they had been standing before. “Hey!” George yells while unsteadily getting up. “What gives?!” He demands, face flushed with both embarrassment and alcohol. “Who are you anyway?!” He trains his glazed-over beady eyes at their assailants.
Levi narrows his eyes, not the least bit intimidated. “You were harassing innocent civilians.” He crosses his arms, leveling him with a look of disdain. "Taxpayer money is wasted on pigs like you.”
“They’re from the Survey Corps!” Ricky exclaims, pointing to the Wings of Freedom on the fronts of their jackets. “You two have got some nerve!” He glares, eyes glassy with inebriation. “Accusing us of wasting taxpayer money when you ---”
Mikasa quietly raises his rifle at him, causing him to cut himself short. Both MPs freeze at the movement.
“P—put that down and g—give it back!” Ricky demands, voice shaking.
Mikasa shifts her gaze from the anxious Military Police officers and to the firearm in her hands. She examines its long sleek frame and swipes her thumb over the grip.
“It saddens me to see that my father’s guns were used to frighten defenseless civilians.” She comments out loud, her tone a cross between pensive and disappointed.
George’s brows scrunch up in confusion at her statement. “Huh?!” The two MPs look at her dumbly, trying to comprehend the meaning behinds her words.
Meanwhile, Levi picks up the second rifle from the floor, ignoring the whimpers from the two pigs. He feels the gun's weight in his hands and notes that it is light compared to other models. He then places his thumb on the butt of the rifle and runs it over the engraved encircled cursive 'A' which serves as the insignia of Lord Mikhail Ackerman's gun manufacturing company. He muses that the emblem looks similar to the Azumabito clan symbol on the inside of Mikasa’s wrist.
“If it’s any consolation,” he begins, still looking at the rifle, “I think that your father did a great job with this gun, Mikasa.” He remarks almost idly.
“Thanks, Levi.”
“Levi? Mikasa?” George repeats their names, a hint of recognition in their slurred tone. “Mikasa… Mikhail A—“. Shock settles on his features as they finally connect the dots. His eyes further widen in realization when they shift to Levi. “… Ackerman.”
“You’re Levi and Mikasa Ackerman!” George exclaims, lips trembling. At his exclamation, Ricky’s mouth drops open as sweat starts to form on his brow. The two men nervously shift their eyes between the co-captains – panic and recognition clearing away the drink-induced glazes in their eyes.
“I mean, my lord and lady!” George suddenly bows at the waist. His companion scrambles to do the same. “Our apologies! We didn’t recognize you!”
Levi’s jaw clenches at their sycophantic gesture. “Tch. Do not call us those.” He hisses. “And quit your groveling.”
They straighten themselves instantly at the vitriol in his voice. “My lord?” One of them squeaks.
Mikasa takes a sharp breath. “We’re not at the royal court.” She states, an edge to her voice. “Furthermore, we’re acting in our capacities as officers of the Survey Corps. So, if you’re going to address us, do so accordingly.”
“Yes, my la---, I mean, Captain!” The same MP yelps. “We’re sorry!”
Mikasa narrows her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “You’re clearly not genuine.” She speaks coldly. “And it appears that the likes of you get your bravado from carrying my father’s guns. Perhaps I should tell him to terminate his weapons provision contract with the Military Police.”
“Please don’t!” They both plead simultaneously, alarm in their voices. Clearly frightened of the consequences should they be the cause of the loss of the contract. “This won’t happen again!”
The disdain in her dark grey eyes indicates that she is not convinced. “I don’t believe you.” Mikasa then grips that rifle’s ammunition magazine. “So, I’m going to take these.”
Following her lead, Levi makes to do the same with the rifle in his hands. “I’ll take care of this one.”
Once he’s done, Mikasa holds out a hand, and he gives her the second rifle. She throws the weapons at the feet of the two MPs. “Take those and leave.” She commands, voice near imperious. “And don’t forget to put your payment on the counter.”
The two men do as they are told. They wordlessly take the ammo-less rifles and practically empty their wallets onto the counter before leaving the saloon with their heads bowed.
Once they were out of sight, the two Ackermans turn to the shop owners, who had been silently watching the exchange from the sidelines with bated breath.
“We’re not from the Military Police.” Levi states plainly. “But all the same, we’re sorry for the trouble they caused.”
The middle-aged man shakes himself from his daze. “Oh, please! You have nothing to apologize for!” He says, a nervous but sincere smile on his face. “In fact, my wife and I should thank you, my lord and lady!” His eyes then widen at his slip of tongue. “I’m sorry, I mean---”
Mikasa raises her hands in a calming gesture. “It’s alright.” She assures him with a smile.
The man’s tension eases, relieved at her assurance.
“Thank you so much, Captains.” His wife steps forward, wearing a bright and grateful smile. “May we offer you something to eat and drink?”
“Oh, we ---” Mikasa begins, about to politely decline.
“It’s on the house!” The husband insists. “It’s the least that we could do for you! We insist.”
Mikasa observes their smiling and amiable expressions before turning to Levi. She lifts her brows, and he gives a slight shrug before taking out his pocket watch.
“I suppose we have time before we need to get back to headquarters.” He comments.
The shop owners beam at the response. “Wonderful! I’m Tim Briles, by the way, and this is my wife, Frances." Tim introduces himself and his wife. “Please, have a seat. The menu is by the counter. Order anything you want!”
"Sure." Levi replies, and he turns towards the turned-over tables and chairs. “I’ll fix the tables and chairs. I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Noted." Mikasa states as she makes her way to the counter. She peruses the menu and, after a minute of deliberating, settles on a sandwich platter and chamomile tea. She vaguely wonders if the tea selection is meant for customers with hangovers.
After an enthusiastic Frances takes their order, she makes her way to Levi, who has just finished righting the disarray of furniture. As she approaches, her co-captain suddenly pulls out a chair and gestures for her to sit.
Mikasa looks at him questioningly, and he tilts his head towards the offered chair.
She decides to play along. “How very gentlemanly of you.” She jests, voice half-coquettish as she moves to sit.
“Only for you, my lady.” He drawls as he pushes the chair in for her.
They both snicker at the mocking references to their noble backgrounds.
“So, what are we having?” He asks as he sits from across her.
“Tea and sandwiches.” He raised a brow at ‘tea’, and she smiles. "I know; I was also surprised to see it on the menu.”
Levi hums. “In any case, it’s too early for liquor.”
A few minutes pass, and Frances approaches their table with their food and drinks. “Here are your orders. Enjoy!”
The co-captains both thank the female shop owner, and they split the sandwiches and tea between themselves.
Comfortable silence ensues as they eat their sandwiches. Levi muses that the saloon’s turkey sandwich is quite good. He takes a look at the sandwich in Mikasa’s hand and deduces from the green poking out from the bread that it’s full of vegetables.
After he finishes his food and begins stirring his tea, a random realization suddenly occurs to him.
“Something wrong?” Mikasa asks, noticing the contemplative furrow of his brow.
“No.” He replies, taking out the spoon from his cup and gripping it by the rim. “It’s just that I realized you actually used the ‘I’m going to tell my daddy’ card.”
Mikasa blinks at the remark. A beat of silence passes before she bursts into laughter.
Her shoulders slightly shake as hearty chuckles flow from her. She laughs in earnest at the absurdity and the truth of the statement.
Levi’s lips curve upwards at her open display of mirth, observing how her usually stern eyes crinkle at the corners and how genuine joy shines through her typically reserved expression.
“I’m sorry.” Mikasa says, still giggling as she adjusts her cravat around her neck. “You’re right, but it’s just so ridiculous.” She remarks, her smile wide. “Come to think of it, I’ve never used it before.” She muses out loud, her lips still twitching.
“At least you used it for a good cause.” He quips, sharing in her amusement.
She chortles at his joke. He also lets out an amused sound.
She eventually sobers down, though a small smile still remains on her lips.
But after a moment, her eyes suddenly become downcast, and her smile disappears.
Levi frowns in concern at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “What’s wrong?”
She takes a breath before directing her gaze towards the afternoon sky beyond the saloon’s window.
“Moments like this…” she speaks quietly as she raises her hand to gesture at their light-hearted conversation, “…don’t come by often.” A sad gleam then enters her eyes. “In a way, it’s… sort of unsettling.”
Levi’s lips press into a firm line at the reality of her words. Every soldier in the Survey Corps knows that every encounter with the Titans could be their very last. Danger, risk, and bloodshed are their constant companions. And the absences of the comrades lost will always be felt by those who live to join the next expedition.
The survivors know that it is their duty to honor the sacrifices of the fallen by carrying on with their mission. Yet, this knowledge hangs heavy over the heads of those who remain standing.
“I know what you mean.” He says, voice solemn. “Enjoying a moment of peace can be hard sometimes, considering the things we go through.”
They remain quiet for a while, the atmosphere suddenly tenser. Mikasa closes her eyes and sighs before speaking again.
“Sometimes, I wonder what my life would be like right now if I had stayed in the Capital or joined the clan’s Elite Royal Company.” She stares intently into her cup of tea, wistfulness underlying her tone. “I would probably be promenading with the other nobles in the parks. Or patrolling the grounds at the Fritz castle. Either way, my life would be simpler and less daunting."
A flash of resolve then enters her gaze. “But I already made my choice a long time ago.” She declares with a quiet certainty in her words. “And I’ve chosen to be a soldier for the Survey Corps.”
Levi quietly observes her profile. She sits with the graceful posture of a noble lady – a result of her upbringing. But her shoulders are squared with a soldier’s discipline. She holds her teacup delicately, but her fingers are calloused from years of wielding blades. Had she chosen differently, she could have been a socialite hostess.
The passing thought then prompts a question. “Why didyou join the Survey Corps in the first place?”
Mikasa half-smiles at that. It was a question she was often asked – the daughter of a noble joining any of the military branches was unheard of. Although, she never divulged anything apart from saying that she merely wanted to.
“I could ask you the same question, Levi.” She prompts back.
For all his fame, no one has ever known of his reason for joining the Survey Corps. Not surprising, since he would always brush off anyone who asks by telling them that it’s none of their damn business.
But Levi decides that he wouldn’t mind making an exception for her. “I’ll share if you share.”
Mikasa hums as if contemplating the proposition. “Fair enough.”
A moment passes before she continues. “I joined because of my Asian heritage.”
He raises a brow in confusion. But stays silent and waits for her to elaborate.
“The Azumabitos are the last Asians in the world.” She explains. “Our clan’s records state that our ancestors’ homeland, Asia, was full of rare creatures and mysterious fauna. Unfortunately, just like every other continent, it was invaded along with the rest of humanity by the Titans.”
“My parents gave me everything I needed while growing up. But they taught me that if I wanted something, then I should work to earn it.” Mikasa pauses as her lips twist wryly. “And since I wanted to see the roots of my Asian heritage, I decided as a child that I would join the Survey Corps to help eradicate the Titans.”
“It’s silly.” She remarks, more to herself, amused at her younger self’s reason. “But it’s what prompted me to enlist.”
Her expression then becomes more pensive, and she redirects her gaze to the table between them. “But after my first expedition, I realized that there are things which are bigger than my wants. I suppose you could say that it opened my eyes. Seeing first-hand the dangers and struggles made me understand the weight of the Corps’ mission.”
She looks up at him again. “I still want to see Asia…” she admits with a bashful look. “… and if we can eradicate the Titans during my lifetime, then I’ll be to do that.”
“But even if that won’t happen, I won’t have any regrets about joining the Survey Corps.”
With that, she concludes her piece. Levi remains quiet for a moment, feeling astounded and moved at the revelation.
“I’m glad that you joined, Mikasa.” He says softly.
She smiles at his remark. “Thank you for saying that.” A tinge of levity then enters her dark orbs. “Now, I believe it’s your turn to share.”
Levi tsks, but there’s mirth in the slight quirk of his mouth. “I suppose a deal’s a deal.”
He swirls the contents of his teacup before speaking. “When I was a kid, my great grandfather would always preach about upholding the clan’s tradition of being the Crown’s ‘Sword and Shield’.” He drawls out the last two words.
“Just like you and everyone else in our clan, I was trained to be the best fighter possible – because, of course, the royal family only expects the best to protect it.” He pauses to take a drink.
“Sure, it’s natural for the royal family to have protection.” He concedes. “But our clan’s talents are being wasted. The biggest threats are out there beyond the Walls, and our clansmen use their many years of special training to deal with problems that the Military Police pigs are supposed to handle.”
Levi lifts his gaze to hers. "So, I said to myself, ‘to hell with tradition’.”
She lets out a small laugh. “Of course, you would say something like that.”
He smirks before taking another sip. “So, I decided to enlist in the Survey Corps. Thankfully, my uncle became head of the clan even before my rite of passage. And since he isn’t as uptight and prissy as my great grandfather was, he let me go without much of a fuss. I wanted to put my skills to better use. And what better way to use them than to reclaim the lands stolen by the Titans from humanity?”
“And after everything I’ve seen…” he trails off, a more somber and pensive look in his eyes as he stares at his cup, “…I’m now surer than ever that I made the right choice.”
A quiet second passes before Mikasa speaks. “That’s very noble of you.” She says, her voice earnest.
Her co-captain snorts out a harsh laugh. “If it were anyone else, I’d say that they were kissing my ass.”
Remembering the incident with the two MPs earlier, she likewise smiles in good humor; his words can’t be any truer.
“But since it’s you…” his harsh smirk morphs into a gentler smile, “… thanks.”
Her smile remains as their eyes meet again.
“You know, it’s odd…” she begins off-handedly, “We’ve known each other for years, but this is the first time we talked about something like this.”
He raises a brow. “Is it? I wasn’t aware that there was a standard timeline for sharing things.”
Another light laugh escapes her, and Mikasa wonders if Levi realizes how humorous he can be at times.
---
Chatter fills the air of the communal dining hall of the Southern Division’s Cadet Corps Headquarters – with the main source of noise and talk being the long dining table where Eren Yeager sits with his friends.
“Eren, what you did was really cool!”
“Yeah, I don’t think that anyone else here would’ve been able to do that!”
From his seat at another table at the far right of the hall, Jean Kirstein watches as several trainees crowd around Yeager and pay him compliments for his incredible feat earlier this morning.
Connie sits across the green-eyed recruit with a wide grin on his face. “Eren, you were amazing earlier!” He exclaims. “Being able to balance yourself using defective equipment was incredible!”
Beside him, Sasha nods enthusiastically as she munches on a loaf of bread. She smiles broadly after gulping down her food. "You really did well, all things considered!" She exclaims while not so discreetly trying to take Connie's bread from his plate.
The shaved-headed boy snatches her wrist before she could lift the loaf to her mouth. “Oh, come on! You haven’t even finished your own bread!” He grumbles, exasperated as Sasha strains against his grip.
Eren chuckles at the display before scratching the back of his head with a sheepish expression. Even so, his green eyes seem to glow with pride and appreciation. “Thanks, guys.”
“Congratulations on a job well done, Eren.” Christa speaks from amongst the group that congregated around the table. “Your determination paid off.”
Eren's cheeks redden slightly at her smile. "Thanks, Christa. But I can't take all of the credit. Armin here gave me pointers, and Reiner and Betholdt told me to keep calm and not to give up." He then turns to the male blonde seated next to him. "Isn't that right, buddy?"
Armin’s lips quirk upwards. “It’s true that you got help, but all the work was you.”
“Armin’s right.” Reiner’s deep voice resounds from one side of the crowd. To his left, Bertholdt silently watches the interactions with a small smile. “At the end of the day, you were the one ultimately responsible for your success.”
Jean watches as more trainees give the brunette praises for his resolve and performance. It isn’t until he feels something nudge him in the side that he turns away.
“Just talk to him already.” Marco urges with a knowing look.
Jean scoffs at the comment. “Talk to Yeager? About what?”
Marco simply gives him a half-amused and half-exasperated smile. “You know what I mean.” He then picks up his glass of water. “It’s good that you want to apologize. It’s a mature thing to do.” He says before taking a drink.
Jean grumbles something unintelligible as he observes the sky through an open window. The last rays of sunlight are starting to fade behind the darkening sky. He can see some of their Commandant's assistant officers patrolling the grounds and inspecting the outdoor training equipment to ensure they're still working properly.
As his gaze lands on the row of 3DM gear simulators, Jean recalls how he, along with nearly everyone, laughed at Eren when he failed to steady himself using 3DM gear during his first attempt. He also remembers snidely commenting that Yeager was just "all talk and no bite" and how he brushed him off when he asked for pointers to improve.
Jean then sighs before getting up and walking over to the green-eyed recruit’s table.
---
Armin and Eren were in the middle of speaking with fellow recruits when the blonde sees Jean walking up to their table.
“Uhh… Eren?” He taps his friend on the shoulder.
At the prodding, Eren turns away from Mina and Thomas, who were standing behind him. His eyes narrow at the sight of Jean standing behind the other recruits surrounding their table. “What do you want, horse face?”
The entire room goes silent as everyone turns to Jean. The man in question averts his gaze as his cheeks flush at suddenly being the center of attention.
He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “I’m not here to fight.” He then finally raises his gaze to look at Eren. The crowd parts as he moves closer to the table.
Armin notes the sudden tension in the air as his childhood best friend stares at Jean with a cautious look – he deduces that Eren is not entirely convinced that Kirstein came in peace.
Jean halts when he’s near the edge of their table, just a couple of feet from where Eren sits. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“I’ll be honest. I still think that going after Titans is stupidly dangerous.”
Eren's eyes further narrow at the remark. He rises to his feet, but Armin pulls at his arm before he can move towards Jean. "Hear him out first.” The blonde half-pleads.
Eren frowns but nonetheless sits back down. His eyes are still trained on Kirstein, who instinctively took a step back at his abrupt movement.
Jean takes another breath before continuing. “But I now get how serious you are.” He admits, voice quiet but clear. “You have real resolve, and I respect that. And I’m…” He pauses, his pride momentarily stifling his next words.
“… I’m sorry for making fun of you before.”
Some trainees gasp lightly while some simply stare – all surprised at his gesture. Armin sees that even Connie and Sasha have paused their food-related grappling to gawk at Jean. The blonde also quietly muses that the entire room probably half-expected another fight to erupt between the two boys. All eyes are now trained on Eren, who looks astounded with his eyes widened and mouth slightly agape.
Armin then lightly nudges his friend’s shoulder. “Well, aren’t you going to say anything?”
The question shakes the green-eyed trainee from his stupor. He blinks once before rising to stand – more calmly, Armin notes approvingly.
“Thanks, Jean.” The hardened look in his gaze is now gone. “I appreciate you saying that. Apology accepted.” He says with a small smile.
“And for what it’s worth…” Eren trails off as his eyes dart downwards, a hint of shame in them, “… I shouldn’t have scoffed at you for wanting to go into the Interior. After all, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be safe.”
He then looks directly at Jean again. “So, I guess I also owe you an apology.” He admits with a half-smile, hoping that it would lighten the mood.
It seems to have worked as Kirstein offers him a smile. “Glad to know that you can see things my way, Yeager.”
Eren grins more naturally at the response. “So… friends?” He asks, voice tentative as he holds out his hand.
Jean looks at the offered hand in surprise for a moment before observing the other boy’s expression. There’s a mix of uncertainty and apprehension in his countenance – possibly wary of how he would respond. But the look in Yeager’s eyes tells him that the offer of friendship is genuine.
He eventually grasps the hand offered to him. “Friends.” He says while giving it a firm shake.
There’s a smattering of applause as the crowd gives a slight cheer at the show of camaraderie. Armin especially claps heartily at the sight of the usually hot-headed Eren making peace with Jean even as he hears Connie yelp when Sasha takes advantage of the distraction to take a massive bite from the Springer boy’s loaf.
“Well, it’s nice that we’re all finally getting along.” Marco comments with a smile from the sidelines, hands still pressed together from clapping.
Jean sends a slightly annoyed look at Marco, who only continues to smile in return.
---
End Note: So, the 104th gang finally appears! Since Mikasa is a veteran in this story, I wanted to play a little with the dynamics of the 104th's relationships with one another. On this, I wanted Eren and Jean to have a friendlier relationship in this story than in canon. I hope that I was able to execute this idea (as well as all my other ideas) properly. Lol.
In any case, let me know what you think! Critiques and comments are most welcome!
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It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!
Book: The Royal Romance (AU)
Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)
Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill
Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow; Ella Brooks belongs to me.
Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.
A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).
Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.
-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol
A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.
Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.
Thank you so much @alyssalauren for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles. I love you guys so much!
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Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.
Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.
“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.
Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”
“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”
A little while later
After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.
“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”
“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”
“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”
“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”
“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”
“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.
“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”
“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”
“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”
“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”
“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”
Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”
“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”
Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”
Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”
“Lyssa.”
The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”
“Your arm won’t explode.”
“If it malfunctions it could!”
Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”
“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”
“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”
“But-”
“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”
“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”
“By ½ an inch!”
Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”
Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”
Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.
After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”
“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.
“Coffee.”
“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”
Drake gave Ella a look.
“I mean … sure!”
“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”
Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”
“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.
“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.
“Lyss?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”
“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”
Ella chuckled. “Okay.”
She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.
“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.
“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”
Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”
Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”
“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”
“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”
“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”
“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.
“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”
“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.
“What’s in it for you, Rys?”
“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”
“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”
Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”
“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”
“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”
Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”
“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.
Three days later
Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.
“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.
“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.
“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”
“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.
“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.
“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”
“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”
“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.
“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.
“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”
“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.
“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”
He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”
Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”
Drake glared. “No. I did not.”
“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.
“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”
Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”
“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.
“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”
He nodded. “Be right back.”
30 minutes later
“El! I need help!”
“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.
“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”
“Okay?”
“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”
Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”
“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”
“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”
“The pill was too big.”
“Alyssa!”
“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”
Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”
“Where is he taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”
Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”
Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.
***
“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.
“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.
“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”
“Of course, I care about you.”
“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”
“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”
Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”
“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”
Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.
“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes! What’s for dinner?”
“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”
“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”
Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”
Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.
“Thank you.”
They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.
“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”
“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”
“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”
Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”
“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”
He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”
“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”
Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”
“I know I will love it.”
Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?
“Here goes nothing.”
He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.
Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night
Taking your heart, And holding it tight
Emotional touch, Touching my skin
And askin' you to do, What you've been doing
All over again
Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.
Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go
She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.
It's your love, It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough
And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under
Oh it's your love
Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.
“Drake?”
Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”
“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”
“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”
“Come on, let’s keep going!”
“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”
“Okay, what’s up?”
He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”
“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”
Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.
“Is that …”
“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”
The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”
Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”
Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.
Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”
“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.
“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”
“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.
“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.
Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”
Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”
“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”
“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”
“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”
“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”
Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”
#It's Your Love#a Burnsy birthday fic#via The Loft gang#oh no my hole#all the holes#they totally coke canned it#hey soul sister#my nakie twin's bday fic#nakie twins#trr fanfic#trr fandom#choices trr#trr#choices the royal romance#choices trr au#Drake x Alyssa#Liam x Ella
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Like You Hung The Stars (1/2)
Sam Winchester never forgets lunch dates with Riley, until he does. And Jessica wonders what that means for them.
Or the one where Sam forgets Riley’s birthday.
Warnings: angst out the butt, swears? (I say fucked twice lol)
Word Count: 1458
A/N: Here’s the first installment of the background stories for Carry On Kansas. They won’t be posted in chronological order, but I will put them in order on the masterlist. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for the rewrite or the taglist for the whole S&R Universe, let me know. Happy reading!
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December 5, 2004
Riley couldn’t remember the last time Sam was late for lunch plans, she couldn’t remember if he ever had been. Sitting in the corner booth of their favorite cafe, waiting for him to show up, only to still be waiting an hour later… she was certain he wasn’t going to show. She gathered her books from the table and deposited them into her backpack, left $10 in cash for the guy who kept her well-caffeinated, and waved goodbye to Mara as she headed for the door.
Had he really stood her up? On her birthday, of all days.
The walk back to campus was long, cold, wet, and lonely. Riley wasn’t sure what she’d say to Sam when she saw him again— if she saw him again. Hell, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to see him again. He was supposed to be her best friend, but he failed to show for lunch or let her know he got held up. Once burned, Riley Thomas didn’t forgive or forget easily.
Because of the rain, what usually took her 20 minutes to walk, took an extra hour and a half. Riley was drenched from head to toe by the time she got back to her apartment at Mirrielees House. Her hands shook as she placed her key in the lock, fingers cold and numb. All she could think about now was taking a hot shower and drowning out all thoughts of Sam Winchester with a pint of ice cream and The Breakfast Club.
Finally, the lock clicked and Riley entered the warmth of her shared apartment. Her roommate, Kaden, was sitting at the dining table and looked up as she entered.
“Bad day?” Kaden asked, brows furrowed as he took in Riley’s appearance. He pushed himself up from the table and made his way over to where she stood, reaching forward to help her peel off her wet coat and sweater. “Christ, you’re soaked through. Where’s Sam?”
“We don’t speak that name in this house,” Riley snapped. She sighed heavily, she didn’t want to talk about what happened, she didn’t want to even think about Sam until after she dried off and warmed up. “Sorry, I’m just cold. I’m gonna go shower.”
Kaden tapped her shoulder as she passed. “Hey, Thomas.” He waited for her to turn around and pulled her into a hug, then quickly signed, Happy birthday.
“Thanks, Kaden.” She offered him a sad smile as she headed for the bathroom. 19 didn’t feel happy.
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Sam Winchester had fucked up.
Sam Winchester had royally fucked up.
It was his day off, he’d spent it at home with Jessica, he’d lost track of time. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that he was forgetting something, something important, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. It wasn’t until Jessica was getting ready to leave for her afternoon class that it finally struck: Sam forgot about lunch with Riley.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Jessica said. She grabbed her hairbrush from the dresser and turned to find Sam frantically searching for his phone. “It’s not like you’ve ever missed lunch dates or study sessions before now, she probably hasn’t even noticed.”
“That is the problem, Jess. You know we do this once a week because our schedules are so different, we don’t get to hang out. Plus, she works and I’m taking extra classes for a spot in the Law program.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair, tugging firmly at the ends. Where had he put his damn phone?
“Yeah, so?”
“So, she noticed.”
“Sam, I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it has to be. Riley will understand.”
“No. She won’t.”
Sam found his phone buried beneath a pile of clothing next to their bed. 4 Missed Calls. 6 Text Messages. 2 Voicemails. All from Riley. He sighed heavily, sat on the foot of his bed, pressed the voicemail button.
“Hey, Winchester. It’s not every day I beat you to the cafe. Let me know if your class is running late and you need to reschedule. Tag, you’re it.”
“Hey, I don’t mean to be that bitch, but it’s been 20 minutes and you’re still not here. Do I have the wrong day? Call me.”
Sam felt like the world’s worst friend! He wondered how long she’d waited for him until she decided to leave. He knew how important lunch was to Riley, he couldn’t believe he’d made such a huge mistake.
He took a deep breath and opened Riley’s text messages.
Riley Thomas 11:30 AM: On my way to the cafe. See you soon.
Riley Thomas 11:45 AM: This place is packed. Thank god our booth is open.
Riley Thomas 12:00 PM: Okay, I don’t mean to keep texting you every 15 minutes, but there’s a guy here trying to talk to me. Where are you?
Riley Thomas 12:20 PM: Great joke, real funny, Winchester. Where the hell are you?!
Riley Thomas 12:25 PM: You’ve got five more minutes, Sam.
Riley Thomas 12:30 PM: I just want you to know it’s fucking pouring out here. And I’m walking home. Congratulations, you’re a dick!
Sam closed his phone and flopped back onto the mattress.
“I have to go talk to her.”
“I don’t think it’s as bad as you’re saying it is, Sam. Give her some time, you’ll be fine.” Jessica leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“Maybe. But I should call her back,” he said.
“Have you ever considered that maybe you and Riley spend a little too much time together?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, not me. But people talk, Sam. A lot.”
“And? Let them talk. Since when do you care what other people think?” Sam questioned. Jessica’s tone hadn’t been lost on him and he couldn’t help the feeling of irritation creeping under his skin.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“No, say it. I want to know why you care so much about me and Riley.”
It wasn’t the first time Jessica had brought it up to him, though, he’d hoped the last time would be the last time. Her unease with Sam and Riley’s friendship had been the source of many arguments between them, with Jessica feeling left out and territorial. Sam remained unsure of how to explain to her that they were just friends.
He’d met Riley shortly after moving in with Jessica off-campus. Their friendship had had a rocky start with Riley quick to judge Sam’s lack of human decency. Sam, on the other hand, couldn’t explain why he felt drawn to the moody 18-year-old. And in the year since they began their weekly lunch/study dates, Sam had never missed a single one.
“Do you know how bad it makes me look that my boyfriend has weekly lunches with a girl he isn’t even seeing and has no interest in?” Jessica placed her hands on her hips, daring Sam to challenge her. She wasn’t going to back down so easily this time, wanting to get her disapproval across. She didn’t mind them being friends, but she didn’t think they needed to be spending all of their time together either.
“How many times do I have to say that Riley is just a friend? I’m with you, Jess. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” Sam stood, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. “Now, can we drop it? You’re turning into a crazy person.”
“You say you’re just friends, Sam. But you don’t see the way she looks at you when you aren’t looking.”
“Ugh, Jessica, we’ve gone over this a million times.”
“I know, okay? I know I sound crazy, but just humor me for a moment. Please?”
Sam rubbed his hands down his face in frustration. He didn’t have time for this, not if he wanted to salvage what was left of his relationship with Riley. He sighed, leaning against the doorframe.
“Okay, fine. I’ll humor you, how do you think Riley looks at me?”
“Like you hung the stars. And I don’t think, I know. I know because you look at her the same way.”
Sam gave a dry chuckle. “I’m not in love with Riley, Jess.”
Jessica shook her head. “Maybe not, but you do love her, Sam. Anyone with eyes can see that. Why is missing lunch today so important that you can’t let it go for one afternoon?”
“Today isn’t just some random day to miss. It’s Riley’s birthday.”
Now she understood. It still felt wrong somehow, but she understood. “So, figure out a way to fix it. And then figure out what you want.”
With that, she left, and he let her go.
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The Fans of Vow game: 8, 14, 16
Oh hey, thanks!
8) do you have a favourite VOW writer? if so, who?
Oof, that’s tough! I like all the writers and nearly all the routes. If I had to choose from the current line up, Eve made me fall in love not only with Nora, but the whole Ever After Academy world. After finishing s2, I wanted to hang out with the whole cast at Whitethorn. I’ve admired Devan’s work for a long time. There’s nothing she’s written that I don’t fall butt over teakettle for. Krissy’s writing is consistently awesome and [chef’s kiss]
14) how do you feel now about the first LI in the app you read?
The first love interest I read was Medusa. At first, I was totally starstruck by her: I’d never read f/f romance unless it was a cis swap of Sherlock and John, haha. The writing of Medusa’s route is beautiful and mesmerizing (like a snake lol), and the art is fantastic. I liked how the plot went beyond the “falling in love” portion of the relationship, and how the extra stories were pretty cheap.
Nowadays, I still think Medusa’s pretty cool! She holds a fond place in my heart. I find her route calming and enjoy it, but the route doesn’t make me curl up in giggles as much as, say, Alex Cyprin’s, Iseul’s, or Mackenzie’s.
15) do you read other VNs? if so, which ones?
LOL TOO MANY. I mean, on my phone, I have Arcana and Chapters right now. Asra and Portia ftw. Chapters is basically an entire library of free romance novels, and their selection of queer novels is growing. I’m still trying to get all the endings of Heart of the Ocean (lesbian pirates). Mr and Mr Smith scratched that Ilya/Napoleon TMFU itch.Twice the Growl and Rule of Three were fun romps into polyamory and triads. I thought Sticky Fingers (gay billionaire romance) was disappointing in its half-hearted attempts to engage in the moral corruption of the whole billionaire trope. As for cishet romance, Poison Study blew my goddamn mind, and the Transplanted Tales series was excellent. The Duke and the Domina, Mermaids and the Vampires who Love Them, and Love at Stake round out my favorites.
I used to play Choices, until I switched phones and lost my account (oops). I liked best Royal Romance series (Hana & Liam), Desire & Decorum (Annabelle), and The Haunting of Braidwood Manor (Eleanor). I did the entire Freshman series to farm diamonds LOL
On my Steam library...oh damn, I’ll just list them: Dream Daddy, Rose of Winter, We Know the Devil, Werewolf: the Apocalypse - Heart of the Forest, Vampire: the Masquerade - Coteries of New York, Vampire: the Masquerade - Shadows of New York. I’ve also got walking sims that are kinda like 3D novels like Gone Home, Tacoma, Firewatch, Dear Esther, and Montague’s Mount.
#text post#ask#anonymous#lovestruck#ask game#ever after academy#astoria: fate's kiss#astoria: lost kisses#alex cyprin#love and legends#iseul idreis#mackenzie hunt#havenfall is for lovers#arcana#asra alnazar#portia devorak#play choices#royal romance#desire and decorum#the haunting of braidwood manor#dream daddy#rose of winter#we know the devil#wktd#vtm#wta#coteries of new york#shadows of new york#heart of the forest#gone home
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Embrasse-Moi (Part 2) - Eisuke Ichinomiya x Soryu Oh
For, @kbtbbposts. Hi. It’s been a while. (Lmfao utter lies, it’s been over a month). I’m sorry for the delay <3
‘Embrasse moi’: French for ‘Kiss me’.
Disclaimer: Guy x Guy, Suggestive. Also there’s cussing here so tread carefully who am I kidding all of us love an Eisuke and a Soryu who say fuck and also do it later on. Also, this chapter includes the PoVs of both characters, i.e Eisuke and Soryu (totally not just for the heck of it) First it’s Eisuke, then Soryu and then back to Eisuke. The change of banners will tell you.
Word count: 3022. Lol the least I can do in an attempt to make up for the delay is publish a long ass chapter.
P.S.: I’m always open for feedback. Feel free to hit my asks anytime, about any of my works (you can ask as anonymous if you don’t want me to know who you are lol)
I wake up to the sound of something chiming near my head.
With one of my arms draped lazily over Soryu’s sleeping figure, I reach out for my mobile with the other. As soon as I type in the password and check the mail, I almost immediately regret it. Sighing, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn around to face Soryu’s back, conveniently ignoring the message, ready to doze off again for a little bit.
The moment my eyes close, my phone starts buzzing. An annoyed huff escapes me before I manage to find the device again and answer the call.
“Good morning, Ichinomiya!” Jason says on the other end of the line, his voice retaining its usual cheeriness even at 7AM in the morning. Does this man not sleep, or what.
“What do you want.”
“Yes, yes, Eisuke. I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” the fucker says, sarcasm practically dripping from his words, “How about yourself?”
“Bye.” I mutter, about to hang up. Don’t get me wrong, but I have neither the time nor the desire to be happy go lucky for someone who ruined my peaceful morning.
“Hold your horses, mister. I called for a reason, actually.”
Then get to it already, damnit.
“I wanted to let you know we’re meeting at my office at ten-thirty today. Works for you?”
“Mm,” I reply, sitting up as I think. I feel Soryu stir beside me and I pause, not wanting to wake him up. But instead of opening his eyes and waking up, he just turns around and wraps an arm around my lap, nestling into it as if I was a body pillow. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”
“Okay, see you then.”
I hang up and run my fingers through my hair, letting myself enjoy the calm for a minute more before I need to get up. The moment I lift myself off the bed, I feel Soryu stir again at the loss of contact, but he manages to grab on to a nearby pillow to make up for it.
I’ll admit, for a moment I am tempted to rip that pillow out of his hands and get back into the bed with him, because Eisuke Ichinomiya doesn’t take kindly to being replaced, but I quickly shake my head to dismiss the thought.
I take a quick shower and put on my shirt, opting for my usual formal attire. Every little movement of mine is made quietly with the desire to not wake him up, because I know he needs the sleep if he doesn’t want to face the full wrath of a terrible hangover.
“Mmm,” he groans, still fully asleep, having no idea of the tough morning that awaits him. Speaking of hangovers, I walk over to the landline in the room and dial up the reception, trying to choose between the ideas of letting his hangover kill him or being a good citizen and saving his sorry ass.
“Morning, I’d like a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water in my room, and make it quick,” I tell the receptionist and hang up, my eyes catching the sight of a small notebook and pen on the nightstand.
I grab the pen and open the notebook, smirking as I write down a few words.
“I’m out to meet Jason for the business you definitely fucked up yesterday. I hope you’re no longer a man-child who yells ‘I am batman’ out of nowhere. On the off chance you are, let me remind you that puking on the bed is something you shouldn’t be doing.”
“P.S. Yes, you did actually yell ‘I am batman’ yesterday.”
I tear the piece of paper and place the note beside him on my side of the bed, already imaging his reaction in my head.
I wake up with the unquenchable desire to throw my head into either a toilet or a paper bag.
The light blaring into the room through the windows feels nothing less than needles pricking into my eyes. As soon as my eyes adjust to the light, I get off the bed and make my way towards the bathroom, although barely in time. My hands grab on to the sides of the toilet seat as if it were a life support and my stomach somersaults as I vomit its contents out.
It, no doubt, is one of the worst hangovers of my life. This is also the first time the hangover is so bad that I feel the need to puke, that it doesn’t just stop at a headache. I can hold my liquor well, and have never had to face a lot of them, but this one is so violent that the back of my throat stings.
What in the hecks did I drink last night? How bad was it?
The memories of last night start to flood in, although they are fragmented beyond repair. The last thing I remember as clear as day is the time Eisuke and I met Jason at the bar. I vaguely recall us having a discussion over a few drinks and Eisuke walking out to take a call.
“That bastard,” I hiss, remembering the part where Jason showed me a new drink, the name of which I don’t remember, and asked me to try it. That’s where my brain starts getting fuzzy again.
A broken, foggy memory of the man laughing at my intoxicated ass passes through the front of my mind.
“Fuck.”
I got drunk.
Scratch that, I got wasted.
I got wasted at a meeting where I was supposed to remain in control of myself.
Damn it, Soryu. Could it get any worse?
That’s when I realise, yes, it could. And yes, it definitely did.
Wait a second. What happened after that? How did I make it back to the fucking room? Don’t tell me, did Eisuke bring me back?
I slowly lift myself up and walk back to the door of the bathroom. I try to remember what happened after I got completely inebriated but nothing comes to mind. My eyes sweep the room for a sign of anything that would help me at least piece the broken fragments of last night in some sort of a cohesive sequence. I don’t find any sign of Eisuke, but instead, my eyes stop at a note lying on his side of the bed.
Before I can so much as take a step in its direction, though, I feel the world go for a toss and my body once again turns back to the support of the toilet… only to throw up again. I hold the commode tightly as my body heaves, tired after spilling the contents of last night twice now. I take a moment to calm down and then get up and make my way towards the note I remember seeing.
Out of all the things to do, why the fuck did I do that?
Sweet mother of holy crap.
If Eisuke is to be believed, which he mostly is, the only way to describe my behaviour last night would be complete madness. My fingers clench around the paper in embarrassment, clutching it hard while my feet carry me back to the bathroom to clean myself up. Just when I think I have regained control over my exhausted self, I feel my stomach do a practice run-through of a gymnastics session as my body lurches forward, spilling its remaining contents into the toilet.
“Ah, shit,” I mutter, resting my head on the back of my palm, my eyes stinging with the pain of throwing up thrice this time, “I’m never drinking anything Jason gives me, ever again.”
“That sounds like a wise decision,” Ichinomiya butts in. Funny, because he doesn’t have a butt, really. Although cracking jokes right now isn’t really my best option.
My body agrees, because his voice coming out of nowhere makes my shoulders jump in an almost comedic way and I whip my head to look back at him like a literal deer caught in headlights. He’s keeping his jacket on the bed and chuckling at my reaction as we speak.
“I see you didn’t puke on the bed,” He smirks, undoing the top button of his shirt. “Very considerate of you.”
“Shut up, Ichinomiya,” I say, turning around and sitting down so that my back is against the toilet seat.
I hear his footsteps as I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I roll my head back, regretting everything that has led me to this situation. Before long, a dull pain starts pulsating through my head and that’s all it takes for me to know I’m in for a crappy headache for breakfast. Just as I am about to let out an annoyed groan, I hear Eisuke’s footsteps cease a short distance away. “Here, have this.”
I open my eyes slowly and blink a couple of times before looking up at him. He is leaning against the door leading to the bathroom, holding a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other.
I reach out to grab the bottle and take a pill out, muttering a low thanks, and take the glass of water from him. It doesn’t take me long to swallow the pill gratefully, and I notice Eisuke take a few steps forward and sit down beside me on the floor. My fingers freeze in the middle of tightening the bottle cap as I stare at him, then at the spot he is sitting on, then back at him.
Is this Ichinomiya? Or am I in some fucked up fantasy land?
I blink for a second or two before looking at him again.
There is no way in hell this pain in the ass without an ass is sitting on the floor right now.
“What.” He asks when he sees me staring at him for a whole minute… or at least a whole minute.
“Are you okay?”
He turns his head to look at me, raising a brow.
“Why is Your Royal Highness sitting on the floor of a bathroom?” I ask, overlooking the throbbing in my head for a moment to smirk at him. Of course, it’s just for a moment because the moment that moment gets over, my headache comes back to me with full force.
Needless to say, he ignores the jab. Instead, he bends his body a little closer to my own and looks up at me, and I almost lose my shit again at the actual look of concern he gives me. “Feeling better?” he asks, his face close enough that I can smell his cologne.
Which is worth noticing, because he doesn’t wear strong scents. “I… yeah, I’m fine,” I say, focusing on the way a few strands of his hair fall over his eyes. I’m not sure why I have a faint feeling that he is about to kiss me.
The moment that thought enters my mind, a few more fragments from yesterday come back to me. I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the scene where Eisuke helped me out of my business clothes and put on the casual ones. I recall a small bit where I brought my face closer to his and before I can walk through it any further, the memory cuts out, leaving a throbbing pain in its wake.
Wait… does that mean we kissed last night?
“Okay, enough small talk,” he says, stopping me from thinking any further, “We have a long day ahead of us and you might want to freshen up if you want to play a productive role in it.”
“Give me a break, my head feels like someone has opened a club in here.”
“You’ve got 20 minutes.”
... Motherfucker.
Soryu places the platinum key card in front of the card reader and the door to our room slides open to allow the both of us to enter. It is now eight-thirty in the evening, and the both of us are a little tired because wow, it was a long day.
Since I already finished the business part of our trip this morning with Jason, Soryu and I were free to do whatever we wanted for the rest of the day. I took him out for brunch to a private little restaurant just a little way away from the main city and gave him a run-down of the crux of what happened in the meeting this morning. After brunch, we went for a little sightseeing around town and on Soryu’s suggestion, checked out some of the local spots he knew about - much to my dismay, of course.
Why? Well, the crowds here are no joke, and we couldn’t take the limo so we had to walk around the city. Yes, we had to walk around the streets. In a city full of people. People left and right. People front and back. People here, people there. Basically every fucking where. No wonder I was drained out.
“Let’s pack our bags before calling it a night, yeah?” Soryu says, pulling me out of my reverie. I look around the room and find it to be just as clean and fresh as it was the night we checked in.
“Mm,” I hum, walking into the room and towards my suitcase. Placing it on the bed, I walk over and open the door to my side of the closet and take a handful of clothes. I start packing my bags and I see Soryu following suit.
He starts gathering his clothes and after he is done packing the ones in the closet, he reaches out to the ones we wore yesterday. They are placed on one side of the bed, clean and folded, thanks to the room service. As soon as his fingers come in contact with the blue shirt I made him wear to bed last night, I notice him pause mid-way.
“What is it?” I ask when he doesn’t move for a few moments. He doesn’t answer me immediately, looking almost as if he was in the middle of thinking something deep. “Earth to Soryu,” I call out again, and he finally gives a non-committal hum. “What is it?” I ask one more time, even though I hate repeating myself.
“Uh, some pieces of last night are coming back to me,” he says, closing his eyes as one of his hands starts massaging his temple.
That should be a good thing, right? What’s got him so serious?
I stop thinking when I see his eyes open in my periphery, and he slowly lifts his head up to look at me. “Did we kiss? I-I mean, did I kiss you last night?” He blurts out, and I look at him only to see his face looking in my direction without its usual emotionlessness.
Wait, is that even a word?
“I don’t-” he cuts in, stopping my thoughts midway, “Th- I don’t think that’s possib-”
“Yes.” I interrupt, not wanting him to dismiss it just like that. “Yes, we kissed last night.” He freezes completely. He just looks at me in what seems like complete shock, and doesn’t speak for a few moments before he finally comes to his senses.
“Fuck, I’m sorr-”
“There’s nothing to apologise for,” I say, taking a step towards him. “So, don’t.”
“No, Eisuke,” He says, taking a small step back, “You don’t get it. I was completely out of my mind and I shouldn’t have-”
“You don’t regret it, do you?” I ask, taking another step towards him to cut him off.
He takes another step back and pauses, contemplating. He looks like someone just asked him to give up on omelettes, which would be comical enough to make me chuckle any other day except right now, I am not in the mood for jokes.
“The kiss,” I repeat, taking another step in his direction.
Goddamnit, how many more times will I have to repeat myself in this one god forsaken day?
“Do you regret it, Soryu?” I ask, my voice low, and he tries to take another step back - only to bump into the wall behind him.
“Should I?” He suddenly says, looking up, his eyes staring into my own. I take the one last step towards him that brings us just mere inches away from each other.
“I don’t know about you,” I whisper, and I see his breath quicken, “But I don’t.”
“You don’t?” He repeats, his voice cracking. A light blush creeps into his cheeks as I take one small step forward, now almost pressing our bodies to each other’s.
I bring a finger up to his face and graze his jawline with it, slowly trailing it down his chin and along his neck. His eyes involuntarily close at the contact and he takes a sharp breath. “No, Soryu,” I whisper, my other hand finding its way to his side, lightly scratching over the cloth, “I don’t.”
I hear his breathing pick up some more pace as he dips his head, his forehead barely touching my shoulder. I bring my face closer to his ear and I feel him catch his breath, his body ceasing all movement.
“There seems to be a lot of confusion between us,” I whisper, and I watch as his body shudders slightly the moment those words leave my mouth, “How about we do something to ensure there is no more confusion?”
“A-and what is that?” He chokes out, nearly melting when my tongue slides down his ear.
Fuck, Soryu.
He lets out a pleased hum at the touch, and I barely manage to keep it all together.
Oh god, this is going to be the death of me.
His hands come to rest on my chest, his fingers folding against my shirt.
“Soryu Oh,” I whisper, my fingers reaching out to hold him by the back of his neck while my teeth nibbled on his earlobe, “Let me fucking kiss you.”
He gasps, his fingers coiling around the fabric of my shirt. After a pause, he answers me in breath so shallow I almost don’t catch it.
An answer that makes me lose my fucking mind.
“Okay.”
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