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faulty-writes · 2 months

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hi hi! i’m the anon who asked for the sir nighteyes daughter!reader x iida a while back, and i want to say i felt honored to have a fic, let alone a two-parter!

i was wondering if you could do and iida x fem/gn!reader where the reader helps him when he has to pull out his engines in order to grow new ones (if you didn’t know it’s a thing in their family and ripping them out means they’ll grow back stronger) just fluff and comfort!!!

Oh yes, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Sorry, there wasn’t much mention of Sir Nighteye, but I figured it was best to have the piece start after his death. Still, I always love a good Sir Nighteye request. As for this new request, I think I remember reading that in the manga. Tensei tells him about it because their grandfather or someone else did it and it’s like some Iida family secret. Anyhow, that sounds good. I love fluff, comfort, and a little pain. It’s been a while since I’ve done a Tenya piece, so let’s get started.

You didn’t expect Tenya to stop you at the end of the day to ask you something like this, and your lips were spread out in a thin line, processing what you could say in response. You shifted on your feet, adjusting your posture slightly before tilting your head to one side.

Yeah, this was awkward but there was only one way to make it…less awkward. “Uh, heh heh…” you chuckled, and sweat beads began to form across your forehead. It was one thing not to understand Tenya when he was talking about everyday things.

But this…this was not that. In fact, you were a little unclear as to what he was asking, why he was asking it, and why he wanted your assistance with it. Not that you could deny a fellow hero and friend’s request, but you had one little question.

“C-can you explain what you want me to do again, Iida?” Despite knowing that he hated repeating himself, you just wanted to make sure you 100% accurately understood what he was asking in the first place. He took a deep breath, sighing softly, and you frowned.

It wasn’t hard to tell he was annoyed with you, but even so, you knew he would be polite. “I see,” he replied, clasping his chin, “your lack of understanding is quite acceptable.” Well, he didn’t have to point that out so bluntly. Regardless, you remained quiet as he continued to speak.

“I do realize that my request is rather strange, and under normal circumstances, I do not believe I would ask for assistance,” although he was aware he would be invading your personal space, he took a step forward. “Uh,” your eyebrows knit again, and the faintest flush filled your cheeks.

You weren’t shy about others invading your personal space, but Tenya towered over you. In addition, despite knowing him well, he still had an intimidating aura about him. This was evident from the serious glint in his eye as if he were staring straight into your soul.

“However, I find your presence rather comforting, and I understand you have a history of helping others similar to Midoriya and Asui,” he explained, chopping his hand lightly in the air. “Um…” you took a step back and turned your head to the side.

It was a little weird that he had come to that conclusion. Then again, you had taken the time to train yourself under Recovery Girl, learned a few things about first aid, and enjoyed helping your fellow hero students heal their wounds when needed.

This mostly involved patching them up with bandages or wraps after having properly cleaned their scrapes and bruises. Still, you didn’t think that Tenya paid that much attention to you. Granted, he was class president and tended to take that role too seriously. As such, he probably observed everyone and categorized them in his head.

“Please,” his voice snapped you out of your momentary thoughts and you glanced back at him. Your throat tightened and your mouth felt dry when you noticed the expression he was wearing. His eyes sparkled with that same unwavering seriousness, and his square and masculine jaw was set firmly.

Although his shoulders appeared tense, his posture was upright and composed, contributing to the sense of authority that dripped from him like a rapid waterfall. You weren’t sure if the rush of warmth that once again illuminated your cheeks was because of his appearance or the sense of masculinity that surrounded him.

“Hm!?” You flinched when he suddenly bowed, his hands pressed firmly at his sides. “Uh,” you blinked again, your lips parted in awe. “I wish for your assistance with this task,” he stated, “I am quite aware this will cause a moment of discomfort,” perhaps for the both of you.

“However,” he leaned back up. “If I am to reach my desired goal as a hero, this is necessary. Once my mufflers are extracted, my body will provide new ones,” he explained, even though it pained him to see that pitiful and concerned look on your face.

He clenched his hands into fists. Yes…he knew that you despised seeing others hurt, especially if it was self-injurious or self-inflicted. But he was not doing this to have some short-felt relief from his troubles. Rather just as he stated, he was doing this to reach his goal of becoming a worthy hero.

“I will become stronger, and more reliable,” he stated, his voice growing deeper, and his eyebrows slanted. “Just as a worthy hero should be,” his goals and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve them were admirable and, in a way, made you feel insignificant.

However, you knew this was not his intention, and as he stepped closer, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your heart began to beat wildly as you looked at him, not daring to break eye contact. Why was it that he could draw you in so easily?

“I wish for you to assist me in accomplishing that goal,” your breath hitched, and your eyes widened yet shined with such warmth a smile came to his face. He knew your answer, however, he remained quiet and waited patiently for your response.

You swallowed hard, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat. Your heightened heart rate echoed in your ears like a melody, urging you to speak before time was up. His eyebrows raised when you let out a slow, deliberate exhale as if you were trying to gather your thoughts in anticipation of the response he was waiting for.

Your stomach twisted knowing that what you were about to agree to help him with would cause him pain. Yet, you gathered your courage as a hero should. “Okay,” the word felt heavy on your tongue, and you glanced toward the floor, finding your shoes more interesting than Tenya right now.

However, despite your momentary shyness, he continued to smile and leaned down. “Pardon,” he said, gently laying his hands on your shoulders. “Huh?” Your eyes widened, his gentle grip was comforting and compelled you to raise your head.

The smile he was wearing illuminated his face, like the sun kissing your skin with its golden rays, his happy expression bathed you in security. “Thank you,” he said, causing you to chuckle and turn away from him. He really didn’t have to thank you, or at least you didn’t think so.

Then again, that was Tenya for you. Always kind and considerate. “Um…” the rubber sole of your shoe created a soft squeaking sound when you grazed your foot along the floor. “You’re welcome?” You’d regret helping him with this, wouldn’t you?

That thought aside when Tenya dropped his hands from your shoulders, you looked back at him. “Um, so w-where are you going to do this?” You asked, noting that his eyebrows rose at your question. “Hm…” he hummed lightly, clasping his chin in contemplation.

“I had planned to perform it at the Iida Estate,” he replied, feeling as though doing it at his home would be ideal and less risky than doing it on student campus grounds. “Huh?” You knit your eyebrows, his house? It’s sad to think that you haven’t been to any of your classmates’ houses before.

Not that you weren’t friendly, you had plenty of friends. Some in the hero course, some in general studies, and even in the support department. But maybe there was no need to visit one another’s houses because the students of Yuuei lived in the provided student housing.

“O-oh...I mean uh,” you tapped your lips, your eyes shifting back and forth. “If…that’s what you want, that’s fine,” even though you were worried about how well his family would react to your presence. If they were anything like Tenya, social class didn’t matter.

“Hm?” He narrowed his eyes, sensing your discomfort. “Apologies,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest. “Hm? What are you apologizing for?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips. “You seem rather hesitant. Would you prefer this…activity be performed in another location?” he asked.

“No, no, no!” You held up your hands, waving them like mad. “I-it’s just that I h-haven’t been to anyone’s house since enrolling at Yuuei, hah hah!” You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly despite the pathetic smile on your face. His eyebrows lowered as he stared at you, finding your reaction rather strange.

“I see,” he replied before taking a breath. Perhaps you were nervous, as one should be when entering unknown territory. “I can assure you that you do not need to be anxious,” he stated, lifting his hand to rapidly chop it through the air again.

“The Iida family prides itself on mannerisms and heroics!” He announced proudly. “As such, I can assure you that you will not face any judgment nor criticism while at the Iida Estate,” honestly, if being a hero doesn’t work out, Tenya could easily make a living as a motivational speaker.

“Heh, i-is that right?” You replied, your cheeks colored a soft red. Tenya certainly had a way with words, and it made you happy to see someone so passionate about something, even if it was considered insignificant by most.

Knowing he was saying all this to make you feel comfortable in his house was also very sweet. “Yes,” he said, smiling. “I do hope we are in agreement then,” you closed your eyes, feeling a smile come to your face. “Yeah,” you said, chuckling.

“I’ll help you, and we can…do, uh, what you wanna do at your house,” you replied before making sure your locker was shut. “So, when did you want to do this anyway?” You asked, turning your attention back to him before you walked toward the exit.

Your classmates had already left, but you knew Tenya’s friends, Izuku and Uraraka, would no doubt ask you questions when the two of you returned to the first-year dormitory. Not that you minded, even if it was a bit annoying, they were only looking out for Tenya’s best interest as friends should.

“My schedule is quite clear on Saturday, perhaps yours is as well?” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but snicker. You can only imagine what he’d sound like if he tried asking someone on a date. The crisp air caressed your skin as you stepped outside, and the earthy aroma of damp soil and fresh flowers filled your nostrils.

A certain tension seemed to roll off your shoulders, more than likely your body relaxing from a hard day’s work at school. “Yeah,” you replied, tilting your head to look at the sky. It was bathed in a soft blue color with seldom clouds that floated along without a care.

You paused and turned to Tenya who was diligently following you. “Hm?” He stopped short, and the sound of gentle birds chirping, and distant traffic enveloped the air for a moment. “I can do Saturday,” you confirmed before resuming walking.

Tenya was certainly someone to be admired, and although the rest of the walk was done in silence, there was an odd comfort that lingered between the two of you. Knowing what he wanted to do but that he was doing it for selfless reasons made you wish you could be that selfless.

Of course, while it’s good to admire someone, you shouldn’t try to be like them. Rather you should use their kind acts as a source of inspiration, and if helping Tenya with this task was your way of performing a kind act, then you’d do it to the best of your ability.

That’s right, Tenya won’t know what hit him! You’ll be the greatest source of comfort for him when he…pulls out his engines. Yikes, that does sound painful, but there was no backing down now. Luckily you had a few days to compose yourself, even though the closer Saturday came, the more nervous you felt.

Still, time stopped for no one, and when the day finally arrived, you tried your best to gather courage when you found yourself standing at the front doors of the Iida Estate. Tenya was by your side, and he turned to you, offering a kind smile.

“Heh…” you awkwardly chuckled and tried your best to return it. Luckily the sound of a lock clicking, and the loud squeak of the front door distracted you. “Hm?!” Your body tensed up, and you slowly turned to look at who was standing in the doorway. You expected a butler, a servant of some kind.

Instead, you were greeted by the sight of an older woman. She had soft, coal-colored eyes and like Tenya, wore glasses although they were oval-shaped. Her hair was ear length and dark with bangs that fell perfectly across her forehead.

You noticed the smooth white top she was wearing matched perfectly with her soft blue cardigan. A dark-colored skirt with Mary Jane’s completed her outfit. She had a kind and gentle aura, and her eyes sparkled with recognition when she looked at her son.

“Tenya,” she said, embracing him in a hug. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms protectively but carefully around her. “It’s wonderful to see you,” she said, smiling as she leaned back. “Yes, it’s wonderful to see you as well, mother,” he stated before looking at you.

“This is Y/n,” once again, you chuckled awkwardly before lifting your hand. “H-hello,” you said, half-heartedly waving. Mrs. Iida’s eyes widened, almost like she was misunderstanding your greeting, but she soon smiled and approached.

“Yes, Y/n,” she stopped in front of you and reached out, gently taking your hands. “Tenya has informed me about you,” she said casually, making your eyebrows knit. “O-oh?” You glanced past her to Tenya who seemed to be standing as confidently as ever.

“That’s correct,” he said, walking over to the two of you and laying his hand gently on his mother’s shoulder. “I do hope that is alright, I believed it would be most appropriate to inform mother about you beforehand,” he confessed, and she nodded in agreement.

“Yes, it’s so wonderful that Tenya has someone like you to help him with this task,” she said cheerfully. “Uh, r-right,” you replied, wondering if you were just making a fool of yourself. But you did promise you’d try your best to be a source of comfort for Tenya, and if his mother approved of you, that was a good thing, right?

She continued to smile even as she released your hands, then she turned to Tenya. “I also informed your father. He won’t disturb the two of you,” she assured, and he nodded. “Very well, thank you,” he said before looking in your direction.

He then walked around his mother and stood in front of you. “I will show you to the courtyard,” he said, and your eyebrow twitched. ‘This house has a courtyard!?’ You were used to living in such small spaces, you couldn’t imagine if you ever owned property with a courtyard.

Nevertheless, you followed Tenya and as the two of you walked away, his mother exclaimed, “Lunch will be ready soon!” You couldn’t imagine yourself having an appetite after this venture was over, and that would probably double for Tenya considering he’d be in the most pain.

Then again, he did have a stubborn underlying nature about him and more than likely would feel it appropriate to eat so he could give his body strength after putting it through such an ordeal. Regardless, your stomach was twisted into enough knots right now, and it was unlikely that you’d be able to keep food down.

The sun was shining, bathing everything in its gentle glow. Like before, the sky was clear apart from the few clouds that passed by. The courtyard was rather large with lush green grass that crunched underneath the weight of your foot.

“Wow,” you said, feeling a soft breeze kiss your skin and ruffle your hair. “It’s beautiful,” you turned to Tenya smiling, and he nodded. “Yes, I suppose it’s quite pleasing,” he replied, although having grown up in the Iida Estate, he knew that at times he was blind to the treasures he had.

However, that was not his primary concern now. Rather it was what he had set out to do, what you had agreed to help him with. “Please follow me,” he instructed, motioning with his hand. “Huh, oh…right,” you said, slumping your shoulders.

Regardless, you did as requested and noticed that he had guided you to the spot where a large tree and a wooden box sat. You raised your eyebrow when you noticed that a first aid kit rested against the tree and looked at Tenya who was rolling the legs of his Yuuei gym uniform up.

“Um, what’s the…” you lazily pointed at it, and Tenya paused, following your pointed finger. His eyes lingered on it before drifting back to you. “You are skilled in first aid, correct?” He asked, making you tense up. “Uh…” you rubbed your opposite arm.

“Y-yeah, but…” How intense would this be if he had a first aid kit on hand?! Your stomach was now overwhelmed causing you to feel nauseous, but you squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed, forcing the unpleasant sensation down. ‘This is a good thing,’ you tried to remind yourself.

It means he trusted your abilities to patch him up if something went wrong. He raised his eyebrow. “Yes?” He replied, urging you to continue. “Mm…” you mumbled and looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “N-nothing,” you said, shaking your head.

“Uh, thank you for trusting my abilities, I won’t let you down,” you promised and although Tenya found your words strange, he nodded. “I did not expect your abilities to be inferior, rather I believe you were the best choice in such a matter,” your heart skipped a beat at his words.

Best choice!? “Heh, uh, right, yeah,” you replied before taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. Tenya lowered himself to a sitting position and propped one leg onto the wooden box. You watched his calve expand, and six exhaust pipes appeared.

‘Just how far are those things embedded into his body?’ You shuddered to think about it and shook your head, clearing your mind. ‘Well, I guess that doesn’t matter, he’s going to do this whether either of us likes it,’ you gazed at him, his tense expression, the anticipation of pain he was awaiting.

More specifically, you noticed the way he was clenching his jaw, and more than likely that would result in more pain when he began removing his exhaust pipes. His fingertips grazed the bottom of one, and his body tensed up when he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, making sure he had a good grip.

He could feel his teeth giving slight resistance, aching softly as they were forced to press against one another. Of course, this was ignored by him, and he was prepared to pull when your hand grasped his shoulder. He jumped in response and turned to look at you.

“Wait a minute,” you said, holding one finger up. “You can’t just start pulling those things out without taking a few precautions,” you pointed out, trying to reason with him. “Give me a moment,” you urged, walking to the first aid kit.

You carefully opened it and took out a chuck and a white cloth. “I know it’s just grass, but I’d prefer any blood get on the chuck,” you said, laying it underneath his leg. “It will absorb any blood that comes and make less of a mess,” you clarified before folding the cloth into a small square.

You crouched down and presented it to him. He raised his eyebrow, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s for you to bite down on,” you explained, “so you won’t hurt your jaw.” Or at least not as much. He seemed hesitant, but after a few seconds, he took it from you.

“Thank you,” he promptly placed it in his mouth, allowing his teeth to sink into it like an animal into a fresh kill. You smiled and walked around him. You wanted to bring him comfort, but how would you do that while he was ripping those pipes out?

“Mm…” you tapped your foot against the ground a few times as a couple of ideas floated through your head. Tenya wasn’t one to refuse affection, although he was one to respect another’s personal space, at least most of the time, and more than likely he expected the same.

But he asked for your help, right? So, did that give you the right to supersede his personal space boundaries? You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to realize that he, yet again, had grasped one of his exhaust pipes securely.

His body resumed its tense stance, and a small amount of saliva began to drip from the corner of his mouth, no doubt a natural reaction from how intensely he was biting into the cloth. His muscles strained and a muffled scream sounded when he began to pull said exhaust pipe out.

As expected, blood began to drip down the metal structure, staining Tenya’s hand and landing on the chuck. Your heart ached when you heard the muffled scream, and the sight of the blood-stained chuck sent your worries spiraling.

Your knees gave out, and as if acting on their own accord, your arms wrapped around him. You made sure your grip was secure, but not restrictive in case his body jerked. Still, you hoped your embrace was comforting even in his moment of pain.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what else you could do. Yes, hugging was fine. But there had to be something else, you couldn’t just hug him and patch him up after everything was over. Your lip trembled, forcing you to press your teeth against it before drawing it into your mouth.

You nervously chewed on it, feeling Tenya’s body tense up when another painful groan came after he finished pulling out the first exhaust pipe. Crimson lines continued to drip from its metal surface, further staining his hand.

His jaw was aching, and his eyes overflowed with tears, he certainly underestimated the pain this would cause him. But now that he had begun, he couldn’t stop, and your warm embrace only reminded him of why he was doing this.

Yes, he needed to be stronger. A better hero for you and everyone. You heard him audibly swallow accompanied by the sound of him dropping the exhaust pipe onto the chuck. His body relaxed for a few seconds before tensing up again when he wrapped his fingers around the second pipe.

‘What can I do…’ you thought. ‘He’s done so much for everyone, and whenever he talks he-’ Your eyes widened. Wait…that was it! Of course! Why didn’t you think of that before? Your nails dug into the front of his uniform, and you brought your lips to his ear.

“Focus on my voice, okay?” You whispered, your tone gentle and inviting. His eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but tremble when your hot breath brushed against the skin of his neck. Although he was currently unable to speak, he nodded.

Your heart began to quicken, and instead of a nauseating feeling, you felt a burst of butterflies in your stomach. You could hardly believe what you were about to say, but if it helped him then you had no choice. “You’re strong,” you whispered, “I know you can get through this and be an amazing hero.”

Cheesy, yes. Effective, also yes. You could feel his body relax, and although you couldn’t tell, your words struck a chord in him. “I believe in you and your ability to overcome this obstacle,” despite having the cloth in his mouth, Tenya gave a twisted smile and began pulling out the second exhaust pipe.

Like before, blood began to spill but he continued to the next one. “Remember, every challenge you face makes you stronger, more resilient…” you said, cheering him on with positive affirmations. However, this didn’t cease the tension in the air, and for good reasons considering this was a very intense situation.

Tenya managed to push through and as he was removing the final exhaust pipe, you smiled. Was it strange to feel a sense of pride watching your friend finish what he was doing? You decided it was best not to think about it, and instead, nuzzled your face against the top of his head.

Your hands were now firmly placed on his shoulders, and with one final affirmation of, “You’re my hero Tenya,” the task was complete. He pushed the cloth which was now damp with saliva out of his mouth and his soft pants came.

His muscles finally relaxed, and his shoulders slumped, more than likely he’d need some time to recover. You firmly pressed your head against his for a few quiet minutes. “Let me get some supplies from the first aid kit,” you said, breaking the silence when you leaned away from him.

“I need to patch up that leg of yours, okay?” You offered him a smile when he turned to look at you and proceeded to get disinfectant, another chuck, bandage wraps, and so on. “Here,” you rolled the bloodied chuck up before placing the new one down.

“Now…” you smiled and slipped a pair of medical gloves on before you instructed Tenya to lower his leg from the box. Once that was done, you carefully wiped the blood off his lower leg and hand before disinfecting the fresh wounds on his leg.

Finally, you dressed it and carefully gathered your used materials up before throwing them away. “There,” you said, now sitting next to him. It felt like hours had passed, not that you minded. While this experience was a little intense, you were glad he asked you to help him.

The two of you sat in silence again, and you looked up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by. You seemed oblivious that Tenya was staring at you with a smile on his face. He was truly grateful to you; surely, he’d need to repay your kindness.

“Heh,” you chuckled, making him raise his eyebrow. “Did my positive affirmations work wonders for you?” He knit his eyebrows, somewhat confused by your question, and focused his attention forward. “I suppose they did,” he replied, feeling almost nervous about the next set of words he was going to speak.

“But…that is not the only thing you performed that aided me,” he clarified. “Huh, what do you mean?” You asked, turning your attention to him. Although you were a little worried when he placed his hand on the grass next to you and leaned forward.

“Uh,” you leaned back instinctively, but that’s when Tenya’s arms shot out. “Pardon,” he said, and your breath hitched when he embraced you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes widened, and your nose was immediately filled with his musky scent that resembled a warm blend of cedarwood.

Although your body was tense as you were not used to this kind of embrace, you found yourself relaxing after a few moments and brought your arms up, half-heartedly returning the hug. Your breath hitched again when his hand tangled itself into the back of your hair.

Your eyes widen at the realization that he could be this affectionate. “The way you embraced me,” he said, almost hesitantly, “helped greatly as well.” Your heart fluttered at his words, and you lifted your head, locking eyes with him. You noticed they held as sincere of a glance as ever and smiled.

You lowered your head down and resumed nuzzling your face into his chest. Sighing contently, you said, “I’m glad.” His hands slipped through the back of your hair again. “As am I,” his voice was soft, just above a whisper, but he could not deny the happiness he felt at this moment.

If you were being honest, you could probably stay in Tenya’s arms forever. Unfortunately, this was unrealistic, and your head popped up again when you heard a door sliding open. You looked past Tenya toward the veranda where his mother stood, her lips parted in awe.

To think she’d see her son embracing another was certainly a sight to behold, but she tried to remain calm and folded her hands in front of her. “Apologies,” she said, trying to hold back laughter. “I wanted to inform you that lunch is ready,” with that, she turned and walked back inside.

“Huh…” you blinked, somewhat confused by her reaction, and looked at Tenya. “Perhaps it is best if we have sustenance,” he stated, dropping his arms from around you. Although he winced some when he stood up thanks to the dull ache that coursed through his freshly dressed leg.

However, it was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he removed his exhaust pipes. You frowned when you heard him wince but knew that he would put up a brave front. You were also disappointed that the hug ended but quickly shifted your focus to his outstretched hand.

“Shall we?” he asked, making you raise your eyebrow. “Are you sure you can walk with your leg bandaged up like that?” You asked, pointing to it. He frowned in response to your question, not that he wasn’t grateful for your concern. But you had helped him enough today, and he did not wish for you to worry any further.

He also knew this was impossible. So, he took a deep breath. “I…am certain I can walk. However, I would not be opposed to further help,” he confessed, flexing his fingers slightly to indicate you to take his hand. “Mm…” you hummed in response and allowed him to help you stand up.

Once you were on your feet, you placed your hand on his back. His steps were slow, but you were happy that he wasn’t pushing himself that hard. Especially after what had just happened. As you walked inside, the sweet scent of rice and charred fish skin filled your nostrils and made your stomach growl.

“Wow smells good. Let’s go,” you said, laughing as you began to walk down the hallway toward the dining room. However, before you reached it, Tenya asked, “Will you perhaps perform the same set of actions when I remove the exhaust pipes from my opposite leg?” You stopped and looked at him with your head tilted to one side.

“What?” You replied. Unlike before, he didn’t seem annoyed by your response or the fact that he had to repeat himself. Rather he smiled. “When I remove the exhaust pipes from my opposite leg, will you embrace me as you did and whisper positive affirmations into my ear?”

It was such a strange request, but could you honestly deny him? You chuckled. “If that’s what you need,” you replied. “But why don’t you give your body a day to rest before putting yourself through that again?” You suggested, and to your surprise, Tenya nodded. “Yes, perhaps that is best,” he replied, and your heart fluttered.

It was nice to know that he appreciated your insight and would do what was best for himself now. “Great, now let’s go eat. I’m sure you’re hungry after that fiasco.” Before he could say anything, you resumed guiding him to the dining room and helped him sit on the provided floor cushion.

“There, now make sure to eat all your food,” you said, sounding more like a mother than anything. Mrs. Iida, who happened to walk into the room, chuckled. “Removing his exhaust pipes was successful?” she asked, and you offered her a smile.

“Yes,” you replied cheerfully, “I’m glad I was able to help him, but he agreed to rest before removing them from his other leg,” you turned to Tenya. “Right?” he nodded and looked at his mother. “Yes, Y/n was quite helpful, and I am grateful they are willing to help me again,” he said, smiling at you.

“How wonderful,” Mrs. Iida said before walking over to the counter and preparing some tea. “I’m so glad Tenya has someone that will help him with this,” even though Tensei, Tenya’s older brother, could have helped. It seemed like you were better equipped for the job.

Once the tea was done brewing, she placed two mugs on a tray and carried it over to the table where you and Tenya sat. “Here you are,” she said, placing them in front of you. “Your father is eating his lunch in his office,” she informed him before walking away.

“Thank you, Mrs. Iida,” you bowed your head before turning to Tenya. “Wow, your father is a busy man, huh?” You asked, taking a bite of rice, and chewing it greedily. “I aspire to gather such dedication for my future endeavors as a hero,” he confessed.

“I’m sure you will, especially knowing the lengths you’re willing to go now,” you said before grasping your mug of tea. It felt warm in your palm and the earthy, bitter aroma made you smile. Then you turned to him, holding said mug out to him.

“To your future heroics,” you said, proposing a toast. Tenya raised his eyebrow, finding your antics rather odd. But nonetheless, gently grasped his cup of tea and carefully clinked it against yours. “I do believe our future efforts are quite commendable,” he replied.

“Uh huh,” you took a sip of the tea before taking another bite of your food while heplaced his tea back on the table and grabbed his chopsticks. His eyes gazed over the food in front of him, and he tried his best to ignore the faint throbbing of his leg.

He thickly swallowed before looking at you. “Y/n,” he said, and despite having pieces of rice sticking to your lips, you gave him your attention. “Yeah?” you replied, lapping your tongue across your lips to collect said pieces of rice.

“May I ask you something?” You raised your eyebrow, you always hated when people asked that. Was there any harm in asking anything in general? Still, you knew better than to respond sarcastically, and so you nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, taking another sip of your tea. “Forgive me if this is out of your expectations, but…” he paused, attempting to gather the right words. “I would be grateful if my future heroics featured you,” he said, making you raise your eyebrow. He sensed your confusion and cleared his throat.

“Please allow me to explain more clearly,” he stated. “I believe what I am attempting to communicate is simply that I wish for you to be a part of my life,” he said, “your kind and helpful nature in addition to medical knowledge would be most useful in the future.” Well…guess that was a good thing.

“You can just say you want my support always Iida,” you replied nonchalantly and snickered when he appeared flustered, his cheeks filling with a soft red color before he looked away from you. “I…I suppose that is…a more accurate description of what I desire,” he admitted.

“Heh,” you smiled and reached over, gently laying your hand over his. “Of course I will,” you responded, and once again chuckled when seeing his eyes widen, and his lips part in shock. Was he not expecting you to say that? “I…I…” he quickly shifted his gaze from you to his plate of food and cleared his throat.

“I see…” he replied, almost feeling shameful that he was acting in such a way. Still, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that you would be there when he needed you. He lowered his head, “…thank you,” he said in a soft voice, and you smiled. “You’re welcome.”

#tenya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #iida x y/n #iida x reader #tenya x y/n #tenya x you #iida x you #faulty writes: tenya iida: 24 #faulty writes: tenya iida: request 24 #faulty writes: tenya iida: one shot: 24

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hey Vod’ika, hope you’re having a happy new year! I was wondering if you could do a f!reader x Fordo piece(or with and alpha arc really). Reader is a special ops officer and works closely with them, and has the most devastating crush on him. The thing is reader is really depressed and has a very low opinion of herself for a lot of reasons so she doesn’t think she even has a shot. The trooper himself thinks otherwise, and all it takes for everyone’s feelings to come to light is reader accidentally finding the trooper’s sketchbook which is filled to the brim with hand drawn sketches pinups of her(I like to headcanon the clones sometimes had a natch for art because Jango had a natural hand for it) and she’s shocked and honored but has a lot of questions. Que the embarrassing confession between reader and trooper ;) sorry if this is all weirdly specific pls don’t feel pressed to get every detail if you don’t want don’t mind me I’m just feeling crazy today

The Sketchbook

Summary: You've had a crush on Fordo for ages, and you're convinced nothing will ever come of it. And then you find the sketchbook.

Pairing: ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1373

Warnings: Reader is not in the best place mentally speaking

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. And I'm sorry it took so long!

You mumble under your breath as you walk through the halls of Topica City, your gaze locked on your datapad as you quickly parse through the information from one of the special ops teams.

Once upon a time, at the beginning of the war, you would have been with them, going over the information in real time, but after a serious injury left you with a prosthetic leg, you were relegated to having to analyze information from Kamino, rather than on the front lines.

No one blames you. Which is fine, you blame yourself enough for an entire squad.

You turn a corner, and let out a startled noise as you crash into something very solid. Red and white armor, and jaig eyes on the helmet hanging from his hands…whoops.

“Captain Fordo, my apologies, I didn’t see you.” You internally swear at yourself, of course you didn’t see him, you weren’t looking. Gods, you’re so dumb sometimes-

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been lurking around corners,” Fordo interrupts your mental train of thought, his voice quiet.

“Even so, I should have been paying more attention.” You say quickly, “I should know better than to try and read and walk at the same time-”

“Don’t worry about it, really.” Fordo interrupts you again, “It’s not like you would have been able to hurt me.” His harsh words are accompanied with a kind smile, and your heart lurches.

Now is not the time for your embarrassing crush to rear its ugly head, you think firmly to yourself. “Well, thank goodness for small mercies, right?” You say with a tiny smile, “But I’ll get out of your way, Captain.”

“Fordo,” He murmurs, “We see each other daily.” He clarifies, “You can just call me by my name.”

“I…of course.” You say, slightly awkwardly, “Fordo, then.”

He smiles again, seemingly pleased with something so simple, “I appreciate it. But I do have to go-”

“Right! Of course. I’ll get out of your way!” You step to the side, and Fordo steps past you continuing down the hall, and you sigh, as you continue your trek to your office. You’re not going to get anything else done today, that’s for sure.

After all, you never do when you get the chance to talk to Fordo.

You push your way into your office and set your datapad on your desk, before you sink into your seat and press your face into your hands.

Frankly, your crush on Fordo is humiliating. He’s literally perfect, and you’re…well you.

You push your hands through your hair, and then sit up. Fordo will never look at you the way you look at him, because you’re not good enough, and that’s fine. It’s fine.

Totally fine.

…maybe if you repeat it to yourself often enough you’ll believe it.

You focus your attention back on your datapad, and on the information that you’ve been parsing. And you slowly reach for it. At least this work will get your mind off of Fordo.

Maybe.

Several hours later, with your eyes burning with exhaustion, you finally finish for the day, and slowly make your way from your office to your suite. You walk the path blindly, exhaustion making you pay even less attention than you normally would.

Which is why you don’t see the notebook until you step on it.

You stare at it, puzzled, and then you sigh and pick it up, opening it to the first page. Surely someone wrote their name inside the book.

The notebook falls open towards a middle page and you stare, dumbly, at the image etched on the page.

It’s…you.

Page after page of you.

Images of you sitting at a table. Of you walking through the halls. Of you standing in the rain.

And every so often, there are images of you that could have only come out of the artist's imagination. Images of you clad in lingerie, images of you sprawled on the bed, you in every state of undress that you can imagine.

Your face burns with slight embarrassment as you slam the book shut, you shouldn’t have looked at those. They weren’t for your eyes. Carefully, you open to the very first page and scan for a name.

And then you nearly drop the book in surprise.

Fordo.

Fordo?

This is Fordo’s notebook?

Maybe…you should just put it back on the floor and let him find it himself. Maybe that would be better than letting him know that you saw his drawings of you.

Nervously you rub the back of your neck as you try and decide what to do.

You jump when you hear heavy footsteps behind you, and you whirl around, an excuse already on your tongue for why you’re just standing in the hallway, though the words die on your tongue when you see Fordo standing there.

His gaze drops to the book in your hands, and he shifts, slightly uncomfortably, “That’s mine.” He says quietly.

You hold it out to him, “Um, I found it. I stepped on it, I’m so sorry-”

He lightly takes the book from you, “Did you, uh…look inside?”

Your face burns, “I…yes. I was looking for a name-” You pause and your face heats a little more, “You’re a very good artist.” You offer.

“Kriff, you weren’t supposed to see those.” Fordo mutters, “Why’d it have to be this one that I dropped?”

“Um-”

“I can explain.” He says quickly, “About…about the pictures of you. And the…less than fully clothed pictures of you-”

“You don’t have to,” You take a deep breath, “I know there aren’t a lot of women here, and I’m flattered-”

“It wouldn’t matter even if there were more women here, because I’d still draw you.” Fordo interrupts. “You’re the only woman I want to draw. Ever.”

Your thought process derails completely. “...oh.”

“Look, you’re…” He pauses to gather his thoughts, “Gorgeous. Funny. Clever. And so very competent, which is unfairly attractive, so you know.” Fordo looks at you, and then he continues, “You also lost a leg and it barely slowed you down at all-”

“Fordo, you-”

“Let me finish? Please?”

You stop talking immediately, “I go out of my way to talk to you when I can, but you’re so busy all of the time, that all I can do is just put myself in your way and hope that you run into me.” Fordo continues, “And I know I’m just a clone, and I know I have millions of identical brothers, but I just want-...” He trails off with a sigh, “You. I just want you.” He pauses, “You can talk now.”

Millions of half finished thoughts spin through your mind, “You and your brothers aren’t interchangeable, Fordo.” Is the first coherent thought that slips from you, “And I’m hardly…I’m barely holding myself together most days. I’m not…any of those things that you say I am.”

“I disagree. If you could see yourself the way that I see you…” He trails off with a sigh, “Stars, you’re perfect.”

“I’m really not-”

“I want you to be mine.” Fordo says quickly, “I want to…to kiss you and hug you and make you believe me when I say nice things about you. I want to wake up every morning and see your face first thing, and I want your face to be the last thing I see before I go to bed, but I know that I don’t have anything to offer you except my affection.”

You stare at him, your lips parted in surprise, “I…don’t need anything more than that.” You finally say and his gaze snaps to yours.

Fordo scans your face for a moment, and you shift uncomfortably, “You mean it.” He finally says.

“Yeah. I mean,” You nervously twist your hair between your fingers, “I’ve had an embarrassing crush on you forever it feels like, so…yeah. I don’t want or need anything more than just your affection.”

Fordo takes a step towards you and reaches out to brush his hand against your cheek, “I can do that.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” You ask, your voice a whisper, “I’m not the best cook but-”

“Yes. Yes, I would.” Fordo says with a small grin, “Right now.”

#star wars #tcw #arc captain fordo x reader #fordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #F!reader fanfiction #answered asks

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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settle down

pairing: Cassian Andor x wife!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, breeding kink, p in v, fingering, size kink, cockwarming if you squint

summary: Cassian gives up his job in the field to start a family.

word count: 4,350 (went a lil crazy)

Cassian had been gone on his latest mission for five weeks. When you got off work he was waiting for you outside the building you worked in. You had practically dragged him home, allowing no time for conversation. You pulled him on top of you when you got into your house. You were desperately kissing him and touching any part of his body you could find when Cassian’s comlink started beeping. He pulled away from you, but you grabbed onto him tightly.

“Kassa, no! Let it ring! Please,” you begged him. Cassian gave you a peck on the nose.

“I’m sorry, my princess. It could be about the mission debrief,” he said as you clawed at him.

“Please, Kassa,” you whined but he detached himself from you and answered the call. You heard him talking indistinctly as you laid on your couch pouting. A minute or two later Cassian came back into the room and started picking up his discarded shirt and jacket.

“You’re leaving?” You complained, sitting up.

“Just for a quick meeting, my princess,” Cassian said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I already know it,” you pouted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Cassian chuckled. He pulled his shirt over his head and then kneeled down to meet your eye. He rested one hand on your thigh and reached up with his other, taking your cheek in his hand.

“It won’t be long, beautiful. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. You broke eye contact with Cassian and looked away from him. You gave a small nod. Cassian sighed but he rose to his feet. He kissed the top of your head and headed for the door.

You sat on the couch and waited. You were so tired of being home alone. You had gotten the home off base to share and you were the only one who was ever there. You loved Cassian and Cassian loved his job and you loved him for that, but you had to admit that there were times when you wished he would just stay home with you. You knew in your heart that Cassian would never be able to take a desk job, and you’d known that when you married him. He had promised to give you a family one day, but you knew your whole life was going to be spent missing your husband. You accepted that. It was the price of loving Cassian, and you would’ve paid any price for the honor.

The door to your home slid open behind you and you heard Cassian unlacing his boots. He came into view and sat back on the couch with you. He had a wide smile on his face. He looked light and happy which was abnormal for Cassian. He pulled your legs up across his lap and rested his hands on your thighs, hands spreading wide to touch all of your body that he could.

“When do you have to leave again?” You asked sadly.

“I don’t,” Cassian said, his smile immovable. You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“You don’t have to leave?” You questioned. Cassian shook his head.

“No. That meeting was for me to sign my discharge papers,” Cassian told you. “I’m taking a desk job,” he finished.

“A desk job?” You repeated. Cassian smiled and nodded. He had been excited to share his surprise with you.

“Yes, my princess. So that we can finally have a family,” he explained.

“You—You’re—What?” You were in utter disbelief. This was so un-Cassian.

“We’ve both wanted a family for a while now, but I’m never home long enough,” Cassian said. “I need to be home for you. For us.” You thought for a moment.

“Cassian, you love field work,” you said.

“I love you,” he said.

“Kassa…you’re not going to be happy,” you started. You wanted him home. Of course you wanted him home, but you knew your husband. And he was not a paper pusher.

“You make me happy,” he said. You shook your head.

“It’s not the same, Kassa.” Cassian gave you a look that you knew meant he wanted you to keep explaining. “You love your life as a spy. You love running from people and at people and fighting and hiding and being in danger. It’s who you are.” You ran a hand along Cassian’s cheek. “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cassian said.

“But you won’t be happy if you take a desk job,” you finished. Cassian smiled at you lovingly. You cared for him so deeply and he was acutely aware of how lucky he was to have you in that moment. He knew how badly you wanted him home, but even when he was offering it to you, you were still worrying for him and what he wanted.

“I’ll be happy,” he said. You started to argue again but Cassian kept talking. “I’ve been thinking about it since we got married, but the Rebel Alliance was struggling,” he confessed.

“Kassa, you love being in the field. You can’t sacrifice that.”

“A family with you is worth any sacrifice. My job isn’t even a sacrifice.” Cassian could see you were unconvinced. “I did not quit before because I wanted the galaxy to be safe for our family,” Cassian said.

“So, you want to start a family? Settle down?” You asked in disbelief.

“I have always wanted to settle down with you, my princess.” You pursed your lips as you looked into Cassian’s eyes. You were searching for any sign that he wasn’t sure, that he might regret this later. Cassian could tell what you were thinking and took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I’m sure about this, my princess.”

“You’re really ready for this?” You asked.

“I am not just ready. It’s what I want,” he assured you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your forehead to lean against his own.

“Kassa,” you started, but Cassian interrupted.

“Please, beautiful. I want to be home with you. I want you to have my children,” Cassian pleaded. You nodded, finally sure that he truly wanted this—that he wouldn’t miss his life in the field.

“Should we start now?” You asked with a smirk. Cassian chuckled.

“We could at least start practicing,” he said.

The next thing you knew, both of you were naked and Cassian had you sprawled out on your bed as he kissed up your body from your ankle. His eyes were on yours as he ascended your body, his soft kisses and touches drawing goosebumps to your skin. You reached down and laced your fingers with his messy hair. It hadn’t been cut since the last time you saw him. His beard was scratching against your soft skin. His kisses reached the apex of your thighs. He stopped and started to pull your legs further apart for him but you tugged at his hair to get his attention.

“Just fuck me, Cassian,” you begged.

“I haven’t tasted you in five weeks, sweet girl,” Cassian said. “I need you, please,” he finished. A small moan escaped your lips at the desperation in Cassian’s voice. You nodded wordlessly to give your approval. Cassian resumed his actions of spreading your legs for himself. He pulled them wide and then pushed them up so that you were being folded in half.

“Kassa,” you murmured when you felt his warm breath over your clit. Suddenly you felt his soft tongue dragging through your slit. His movements were slow and decadent. He was savoring every drop of your cum that he could swallow and the taste of your skin on his tongue. He moaned against your cunt as he continued to make his slow and lazy strokes through your folds. He had you moaning helplessly, unable to keep quiet for even a second.

“I love the way you taste,” Cassian groaned against your pussy. His mustache and beard were glistening with your cum when he leaned away from you. “I could eat your pussy all day.” He leaned back down to your cunt. He continued his self-indulgent slurps at your dripping folds, stopping every now and then to suckle at your clit. He was worshiping you as you laid there with your hands clutching at the sheets and mouth wide open in bliss.

“Cassian, I want you inside me,” you called down between your moans.

“Come for me first, sweetheart,” Cassian told you.

“Don’t wanna, Kassa,” you whined. “Want you inside me now.”

“Hold your legs open for me,” he ordered. You sighed dramatically as you took hold of your knees and kept your legs spread wide for Cassian. He released his hold on you since you were now holding your legs open. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed his ring and middle finger over your slit, collecting a bit of your cum on his fingertips. He looked up at your eyes as he pushed his fingers into you, watching the way your face contorted as his fingers stretched you.

“Now you have me inside you, sweetheart,” Cassian said as he leaned back down, reattaching his mouth to your cunt. He moved his fingers slowly but kept them hooked inside you as he put pressure against your spongy walls with every stroke. Cassian was luxuriating in the taste of you as he continued to move his tongue against your body. You were moaning frantically as your orgasm approached.

“Oh, Cassian! I’m so close!” You cried out. Cassian moaned against you. He moved his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he began thrusting his fingers into you more quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you reached down for any part of him you could find. You were crying out loudly in pleasure. Cassian leaned away so he could watch you. He watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. He watched your mouth hang open while you moaned. He watched your back arch away from the mattress before you reached down to grab onto him.

“That’s my girl,” Cassian encouraged you. “How does it feel?” He asked. He pressed his thumb against your clit.

“It feels—ungh! Feels so—mmm—so fucking good, Kassa!” You gasped. Cassian felt you flexing around his fingers and began moving them more quickly.

“Come, baby.” Cassian didn’t need to tell you. You couldn’t have held back a second longer. You screamed out in pleasure. Your legs began shaking as your cunt flexed uncontrollably around his fingers.

“Oh, Kassa!” You cried. You were making an endless string of unidentifiable noises as you came. You let your hips drop back down against the bed as your orgasm began to recede. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Cassian called down to you after he had given you a moment. He had moved up your body and was pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. You nodded.

“Yes, Kassa,” you assured him. “Are you gonna fill me up now?” You asked. Cassian groaned at the thought alone.

“Is that what you want, my sweet girl?” He asked you in a low tone. His accent was thicker and his voice was making you weak.

“Yes, Kassa,” you told him. “I want you to get me pregnant,” you finished.

“Fuck, baby,” Cassian cursed under his breath. “I’m going to fuck you till my cum is dripping out of your pretty little pussy.”

“Please, Cassian. I need to feel you,” you whined. You reached down and grabbed Cassian’s cock. You made a few lazy strokes before moving your hands to Cassian’s hips. You were pushing at his body, trying to get him to move to a position so you could get him inside you. He started laughing as he watched your attempts to reposition his body from beneath him.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You snapped. Cassian chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re just so cute when you get this desperate,” he said. You whined in frustration.

“What do you want, Kassa? What do I have to do?” You asked.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he ordered.

“I want you so fucking bad, Kassa. I’ve missed you so much and I need you. Nothing compares to you,” you moaned.

“How did you do while I was gone, baby? Did you take care of yourself?” Cassian asked. This was a game that the two of you played throughout your relationship. You would tell each other how you made yourselves come when you were apart whenever you got back together. You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Couldn’t come without you,” you admitted. Cassian’s expression softened.

“Aw, baby,” he cooed. He kissed you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll take care of you now. Just relax,” he said. He shifted and you felt the warm head of his cock pressed against your pussy lips. Cassian had never had sex without a condom before. He had a chaotic life and he had never been willing to risk pregnancy before. Now it wasn’t a risk though. It was the intention.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Cassian groaned lowly as he slipped into you raw for the first time. “You feel incredible.”

“Kassa, deeper,” you moaned desperately. Cassian followed your instruction without complaint, letting your plush walls suck him in. You moaned in unison as he pushed all the way into you. Cassian stilled his hips once he was completely buried inside you. Part of your sex routine was always for him to give you a moment after he slipped into you. The confidence he carried himself with wasn’t a coincidence and even after three years you still needed time to adjust to his size. Cassian leaned down to kiss you. You involuntarily clamped down onto his cock and he moaned against your lips.

“Can I move?” He asked. You hummed a yes to him through the kiss. One of your hands wound through his hair and the other was clawing at his back and ass. You felt Cassian’s cock begin slowly dragging out of you. You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock without the layer of latex that usually separated the two of you.

“I can feel all of you, Kassa,” you murmured through your moans.

“I know—fuck,” Cassian gasped as he continued his steady thrusts. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Never been this wet before.”

“I missed you,” you whimpered defensively.

“Never have to miss me again, sweet girl,” he told you as he began to speed up his thrusts. You let out a dramatic cry almost immediately, still overwhelmed by your first orgasm. After five weeks without release your first orgasm had opened the floodgates of all that you had pent up. Cassian was grunting roughly as he slammed into you. You could feel him pulsing inside you.

“Ugh, Kassa!” You cried.

“Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?” Cassian asked. His voice was low and almost threatening. Like if you said ‘no’ you would have regretted it.

“Yes!” You cried out. Cassian’s strokes were growing less and less uniform. He grabbed one of your legs underneath the knee and pulled it up, hitching it above his hip.

“Come. Now.” You cried out in pleasure. The new angle was too much to handle and you slammed into your next orgasm, thrusting your hips up from the bed into Cassian’s body.

“Ohh, please! Kassa!” You whined loudly. Your cunt was flexing and tightening around Cassian’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck, y/n!” Cassian shouted. His hips stilled, but you felt his cock twitching inside you and then there was a warmth filling your core that you’d never felt before. You could hear the sloppy sound of his cum in your wet cunt as he made a few more lazy thrusts before stilling inside you.

“It’s so warm, Kassa,” you whispered as his body weight held you to the mattress. “I can feel it inside me.”

“How does it feel, sweet girl?” He asked. His head was against your chest but he tipped his head to press a kiss to your chin, his mustache tickling your jaw.

“Feels good. I want more,” you told him. Cassian chuckled.

“I didn’t give you enough yet?” He teased you. He leaned up on his elbows so he could look down at you. He kissed the tip of your nose lightly. You shook your head.

“Uh-uh,” you grunted. “You said you’d fuck me till your cum was dripping out of me,” you pouted. Cassian was still buried inside you as the two of you spoke. You could feel the weight of his cock inside you. He had softened since his orgasm, but he was big enough that you could still feel him filling you.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want your pussy to be dripping with my cum?” You could feel Cassian beginning to harden inside you. You clenched down onto his cock and pulled a broken gasp from him.

“Please,” you called. “Give me your cum, Cassian. Let me give you a baby.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cassian groaned as he began thrusting again. He was quickly hardening and he only had to make a couple strokes before he had returned to his full length.

“Thank you, Kassa,” you moaned gratefully.

“So desperate for me,” Cassian murmured. “So needy.” He was beginning to build a slow and steady rhythm when you put a hand against his chest. He had been staring at the part of your bodies where you were connected, watching as his white cum seeped out around his cock as he thrust into you. He looked up at you when you touched him.

“I want to ride you, Kassa,” you said. Your voice was light and warm, sounding almost innocent. Cassian nodded. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips before slipping out of you and turning onto his back. He held his arms out as you climbed up onto your knees. You swung one leg over him so you were straddling him. His thick cock was lying against his muscular stomach.

“Come here,” Cassian called to you. You got your hips lined up with his and he wasted no time in taking his cock and pushing the head inside you. You began to slowly push down onto him, both of you letting out erotic moans. You could hear the lewd sound of Cassian’s cum sloshing inside your wet pussy while you sank down onto him. You stilled as your ass met Cassian’s hips, seated all the way against him. He was deep inside you, his tip prodding against your cervix. You fell forward against his chest, overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you.

“You’re so deep, Kassa,” you whimpered. Your head was resting against Cassian’s shoulder, chest pressed to his. Cassian wrapped his arms around you. One hand settled on your ass, giving it a tender squeeze; The other hand reached up to your back drawing a featherlight line up and down your spine. Cassian began slowly thrusting into you as you laid against his chest. You pushed up from his body so you were upright. The hand on your back slid down your body and settled on your thigh. He squeezed the fat of your leg. He had always been very clear about how much he loved your curves.

“My pretty girl,” Cassian murmured up at you. His hands slid up your soft stomach to cup your breasts. He held their weight in his hands, reaching up with his thumbs to run them over your perky nipples. He whispered something in Kenarian under his breath as his eyes drank in every inch of you. The way he looked at you made you feel like a priceless work of art. You’d never liked being the center of attention, but you loved being the center of Cassian’s attention.

You began moving up and down Cassian’s cock slowly, falling all the way down with every drop of your hips. You pressed your hands against his chest to give yourself some balance as you continued to bounce up and down on his hard length. Cassian’s hands were touching every inch of you he could reach. He leaned away from the mattress to sit upright so he could reach you better.

“I love your body,” Cassian muttered. Your hands fell to Cassian’s shoulders and you started bouncing faster, feeling him poke into your g spot with each rock of your hips. You began rolling your hips and when your hips moved forward towards Cassian’s body you gasped and your hips stuttered, falling still as his cock rubbed against the perfect spot inside you.

“Mmmph, fuck,” you gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Cassian asked, surprised by your sudden abandonment of your rhythm. You took a deep breath and began moving your hips again, searching for the same spot again.

“Nothing,” you murmured. “Just felt good.” Cassian smirked, realizing that his cock had made you feel so good that you had to stop moving. He reached down between your bodies and pushed his thumb against your clit.

“Make yourself come, sweet girl,” Cassian ordered. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you another load.” You moaned out in response and quickly began moving your hips again. Cassian began moving his thumb against your clit, sending electric pleasure throughout your body.

“Ahhh! Kassa!” You cried.

“You can do it, sweet girl,” Cassian whispered against your skin. He sucked at your pulse point leaving behind a small purple bruise. You dragged your nails down his chest as you found the spot inside you that had shocked you. You came undone almost instantly.

“Kassa! Kassa! Kassa!” You chanted as you fucked yourself on Cassian’s cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your chest against his and burying your head in his neck. You were panting, trying to recover from your orgasm. The walls of your cunt tightened down on his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside you.

“Fuck, yes, y/n,” Cassian groaned. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself come again. You moaned involuntarily as you felt Cassian’s cum filling you once more.

“Yes, Kassa! Fill me up!” You cried. He thrust up into you a few more times before letting you fall still on top of him. After a moment he rolled you off him and onto your back. He crawled down the bed and kneeled between your knees. He pushed your legs apart and stared down at his prize.

Your pink lips were swollen after coming so many times. There was a thin layer of Cassian’s spend around the lips of your pussy. Your inner thighs and ass were soaked with your own wet release. Cassian ran the tip of his finger through your slit. You whimpered slightly.

“Careful. Sensitive,” you warned. Cassian hummed in acknowledgment. He pushed his finger into you suddenly and as he pulled it out, his cum poured out of you in a quick rush and dribbled down your asshole.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned as he stared at your bare pussy, marked with his hot cum. “That’s so hot.”

“Do you think it worked?” You asked tiredly. Cassian chuckled. He climbed over your body, his weight pressing against you. He pressed soft and gentle kisses all over your face.

“We can keep trying if it did not,” Cassian said.

“We can keep trying if it did too,” you said with a smirk. Cassian grinned. He kissed your lips tenderly.

“We can never be too careful,” he murmured. The two of you curled into one another’s bodies and drifted off to sleep with smiles upon your faces.

Five Years Later:

“Papa, I’m going to be late!” Your daughter complained. Cassian smiled to himself. It was his daughter’s first day of school. She had been talking about it for months.

“You won’t be late, sweetie,” Cassian assured her. “Sit down.” Your daughter plopped herself on the bench by the door and Cassian picked up her small pink sneakers. He slipped them onto her feet. Just then you walked into the room with your daughter’s lunchbox in hand.

“Pay attention, sweetie. I’ll do the right and then you do the left,” Cassian carefully tied your daughter’s right shoe, describing what he was doing as he pulled the bow tight. Your daughter reached down to her left shoe and clumsily tied the laces. She looked up at Cassian with a hopeful smile on her face as she waited for her father’s approval.

“Like that?” She asked.

“Exactly. Good job, sweetie,” Cassian said with a smile. He looked over his shoulder to see you watching him and your daughter fondly. You approached and handed your daughter her lunch box. She sprang off the bench and grabbed her backpack as well.

“Can I go now?” Your daughter pleaded.

“After you give me and mama a hug goodbye,” Cassian said. Your daughter threw her arms around each of you before wishing you a goodbye and hurrying out the door. The two of you followed her out and watched as she skipped towards the shuttle pick up. Cassian wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You slid your arm around his back, fingers tapping a mindless rhythm against his side.

“She’s going to be smarter than both of us,” Cassian said. You smiled.

“She already is,” you replied. Cassian chuckled. He turned his head and kissed your temple lovingly.

“Remember when you tried to convince me to stay in the field?” Cassian asked. You laughed lightly.

“We all make mistakes,” you told him. The two of you watched the shuttle pull up to the stop. Your daughter got to the door and turned back to you. She gave you a toothy grin and an exaggerated wave.

“We did not make a mistake that time.” You smiled softly at Cassian. You leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “We got that one right.”

#cassian andor smut #cassian andor x reader #diego luna x reader #diego luna smut #cassian andor imagine #diego luna imagine #star wars x reader

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circuscountdowns · 2 months

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Hi! Wanted to start off by saying that I LOVE your cotl art its such a huge inspiration to me :D! I recently picked up drawing again and I've unfortunately been upset? envious?! of others' skills and just wanted to ask if you ever experienced this as a fellow artist and if so how do you not do that lol. Sorry for the weird question. I just thought some insight and advice from a fellow artist could helo. BUT I hope you still have a nice day and look forward to any more cotl art or anything you draw really :D!!! (also is okay if you don't answer it is a loaded question I just be in a silly goofy mood lately okay bye!)

oh wow being on the receiving end of a question like this is surreal, I’m honored my work inspires you! Thank u, you’re sweet, it’s not a loaded question at all! Here’s my long reply sorry

so unfortunately that comparing yourself to others thing doesn’t go away ever asdfgjkl. I suffer it every day, it sucks, feels bad. I’ve had industry people tell me they feel this way and they’ll have some of the most gorgeous visdev/boards/animation I’ve ever seen. Disheartening to hear, But! I’m a big believer that comparing your artworks with others is best used as a tool and not a punishment to yourself!

When looking at art you like, try to turn thoughts of, “Man I wish my stuff looked like that, my shit sucks,” to, “What is it that I like about this piece? The line art? The perspective?” Sometimes I’ll see work with thin line art and I’ll get an itch, and I’ll draw something with thin line art. It’s a conscious effort of keepin emotion out of that itch, keeping it as, “I saw art with thin lines, I want to do that. Yay I did that!” Compartmentalize it, the itch was simply to do thin line work, not to remake the piece you were inspired by. And you got a piece of art out of it, and a single piece is progress no matter how small!

If you want to compare, do it methodically! Why does my work look different (never use the words better or worse)! Oh, I see my piece doesn’t follow the rule of thirds, so the framing is different, I’ll be aware of that next time if it bothers me. Or, Oh I see they shade by hatching along with the form, I’ve just been going horizontally, I’ll try that other way!

it’s a learning curve of training yourself, like all corrective behavior.

like, I kinda have the warning feeling of dread when I’m about to compare my work with something, so before the self-deprecating thought can even start I have to think What do I Like about this?

I’m no expert at it, though. Actually getting myself to think this way is a struggle, but I find when I make Thoughtful Observations I level up. Not by a lot most times, but yknow.

and this part is just my personal experience:

Fanart and the internet can be the biggest Art skill killer sometimes. Get offline and cater to the audience that Really matters to your passion: You! I improved the most by spending 2-3 years doing doodles/comics/models for my dnd campaign ocs because I was that obsessed and I simply wanted to have it for me!

and after all that, then there’s the hardest skill of just accepting your work as is.

like, to me, my work is just scribbles. I see other artists’ stuff and go “Man they’re so good at comics and colors, man, why can’t I color?” But do I need to??? I don’t like coloring, do I need to be good at it? This isn’t a career, this is supposed to be fun! I scribble because I like it! I’m glad this persons good at coloring, I don’t need to be! Yay!

if I Want to be good at it, I’ll take the steps to get there! But if not, my scribbles are just fine :) I love black and white and values

I’ve been having that one on repeat for a while. It helps

(acceptance and denial go hand in hand btw lol they sound the same)

I wish there was a little off button for envy, but ah well! I hope that you take comfort in knowing we are all feeling it, and find joy in even the smallest little doodle you make! Have fun stay goofy!

#I wrote this in part so it might be a rambly mess.#I have a difficult relationship with art after 5 years of college for it. Cotl has been helping me find ways to love art again.#ty for liking my work!

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mingyu being a pest and jokingly ignoring you and when he’s laying flat on the long part of the L shaped couch (with his head at the end of it) while on his phone you just walk in naked and straddle his face and he gives in literally straight away, drops his phone to the ground and absolutely goes to town. he thinks what you did was so hot he got so subby. but also he’s so easy if he sees your pussy he folds and gives in straight away

in honor of him being a whore on main (again)

mingyu knew it was a little childish, but he felt that it was perfectly valid of him to pout since you had taken a shower without him. you always showered together. or at the very least you’d tell the other when you were going to shower.

so what if mingyu’s a little clingy? anyone would be if they had a girlfriend as hot as you. therefore it’s perfectly reasonable to give you the silent treatment for a little bit. at least in his mind.

mingyu waits for you in the living room. he flops down on the couch and turns on something mindless to watch as he scrolls through his phone.

you’re completely naked when you come out to greet him, save for the towel wrapped around your head that’s keeping your wet hair from dripping all over the floor. mingyu can see this out of his periphery but refuses to look. he knows he’d fold instantly if he were to do that.

“what do you want for dinner?” you ask him.

he doesn’t respond.

“mingyu?”

he gives a little uninterested hum and you repeat the question.

“whatever,” he says.

“what’s wrong?” you press, instantly sensing his attitude.

mingyu shrugs without looking up from his phone.

he hears you sigh in frustration and then without warning you’re standing over him. literally. you’re hovering over his face, legs straddling his head, still completely naked. he gulps. that’s one way to get his attention.

“wanna tell me why you’re being a brat?” you ask, looking down at him.

“um…”

mingyu thinks about it for a second. but then that second passes and he’s dropping his phone to the ground and wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his face instead.

you yelp in surprise, nearly falling forward onto the ground yourself. but mingyu is plenty strong and is able to keep you upright as he positions you over his tongue.

“can i?” he asks weakly.

you chuckle. “one glimpse of pussy and you’re already dropping the act?”

he whimpers. he’s about to start begging. he knows he’s pathetic but he’s inches away from your cunt and you just smell so good… he wants nothing more than to taste you and make you cum all over his face. he always wants that, though. he doesn’t necessarily need to be eye level with your pussy to crave it.

“please,” he whines. “i’m sorry for ignoring you. i’ll be good.”

“fine.”

it’s all he needs. mingyu guides you the rest of the way down onto him, encouraging you to rest all of your weight on his head. you still get hesitant about doing that whenever you ride his face but he hasn’t suffocated yet so…

you taste just as good as he knew you would. you’re fresh out of the shower so your skin is all soft and moisturized too. mingyu pauses to bite the inside of your thigh— just out of pure instinct. he isn’t sure why he does it either.

you moan and push your hips forward so that his nose is up against your clit as he works his tongue inside of you. mingyu groans, loving the way you physically take control. it turns him on even more when you anchor yourself to him by pulling his hair, which you do in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“fuck, gyu,” you gasp. “feels so good… guess your mouth is good for something after all.”

oh god, mingyu’s going to cum untouched if you don’t shut the fuck up.

he continues fucking you with his tongue until your thighs begin to shake, smirking against your cunt as your orgasm washes over you, but still doesn’t let up until you’re physically pulling away from him. he frowns and tries in vain to haul you back onto his face but you roll off of him with ease.

“you’re too easy,” you scoff breathlessly. “but then i guess i shouldn’t be rewarding bratty behavior, should i?”

it’s a rhetorical question so mingyu doesn’t bother trying to defend himself.

“go strip and lay on the bed. you still need to be taught a lesson.”

he’s up before you’ve even completed the sentence.

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu smut

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givemearock · 2 years

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Cuddling with the Stranger Things Party

Here’s the follow up to my other post :) ALSO about my other post thank you so much for the positive reception on it !! It made my day :)) and so sorry if there are any typos I’m posting this later at night so my brain isn’t fully there

(disclaimer if you’re above the age of 18 please do not insert yourself they’re all kids idc how old the actors are the characters are minors don’t be gross ty)

In order- Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Eleven, and Max

Dustin

He would either say no or hold on the first time so he could ask Steve for advice before saying yes

At first he would follow everything Steve said to the point where it’d be a little awkward because it seems too methodical, but eventually, his natural fluffiest would take over

Would end up admitting everything because he feels guilty for some reason

“Dustin, are you ok?” “Yeah,” “Are you su-” “Ok no! You beat it out of me! I asked Steve for advice and I’m using it wrong and it’s weird-”

After that blows over he’d get cozy and start talking about all the stuff he’s working on

However if you moved even at all it would throw him off completely and he’d have to start over

“The circuits on that one actually didn’t-” *you move* “??” “You can keep talking” “Ok um, ???”

He’ll get tired from talking and fall asleep mid-sentence like no slow down or anything he’ll just stop and suddenly he’s sleeping

He sleeps like a rock too so good luck waking him up

10/10, comfortable and you get to hear about his science project (you might get stapled to a couch tho)

Lucas

A little weirded out but he says yes because he feels a little honored that you asked him

Pats his lap like a mom before giving you a big hug

He will do everything in his power to make you comfortable because ironically one of his biggest fears is making people uncomfortable around him

He’ll get irrationally happy and will probably start saying some really sappy things regardless of what you’re saying

“Yeah, that’s the first time I ever had a milkshake” “Milkshakes are great, this is great”

“Then I found a moth” “Moths are so fun, this is so fun”

Might make a few jabs at you but in a joking way, but he’ll apologize anyway just in case you overthink it

“Yeah but you’re annoying :)” “Oh lol” “It was a joke, I’m kidding, I’m sO SORRY!”

Not in a weird way but he’s very warm

If you start talking he has a strange way of getting you to open up about things out of the blue and since he’s really supportive it all works out

“Yeah that hurt me a lot” “Well it seems you’re working through it, and I’m proud of you for that”

It’s very sweet

10/10, he’s warm and happy, a win win situation

Will

Like Lucas, he’s excited that you asked him but so much so that he’ll ask you to repeat yourself

tried to hide his excitement so he doesn’t come off as weird

Will pretty much move however you do so he doesn't ‘do something wrong’ as he’d say

Nervous x100

Assumes every movement you make is because you’re uncomfortable but tells himself to ignore it

You’ll probably have to verbally reassure him for him to finally calm down

If he ever does get comfortable he’ll probably still be hesitant to talk about things so you’d probably have to ask questions to get him to talk

“Yeah it was fun, but yeah why don’t you tell me about your campaign” “Oh! Uh, ok!”

His eyes would light up and like Johnathan, he’d slowly hug you tighter without thinking as he goes on

You end up having a sweet time he isn’t fidgety anymore

He might get teary if he gets a little too happy because he does that

He gets really touchy when he’s happy and therefore more cuddly so that’s good

After he starts talking however he will not stop talking and next thing you know you’ve been there for over two hours listening to him talk

10/10, once he get over being nervous he’s very enjoyable

Mike

He would be really weirded out by you asking but he would end up saying yes but the interaction would be really awkward

“Mike, do you wanna cuddle with me?” “What? Why are you asking me?” “Idk I just wanted to” “That's weird, but ok”

Too edgy 4 you

It would be beyond awkward at the start because it would seem like he genuinely did not want to be there but then you’d realize how he actually feels once you ask

“Do you want me to go?” “We’re already here and you’ve already taken my time.” “It’s really ok we can stop.” “It’s fine!” “Mike, really I’ll just move.” “No, we’re comfortable so just stay! I’m having fun, is that what you wanted me to say?”

Will feel embarrassed for admitting he actually enjoys something

After he gets over it he actually gets really cuddly

If he gets really comfortable with you he’ll probably start just talking without thinking about it

Will probably end up with like his arms and legs wrapped around you because he’s unaware of his movements when he gets invested in what he’s saying

His love language is touch but he’d never admit it so it only happens when he’s not thinking

He’d probably end up being really touchy (not in a weird way) with you after the fact, but would not acknowledge it

Very awkward at first but by the end of it he’s lovely, 10/10

Eleven

You would have to somewhat explain to her what you mean but after you did she would say yes without thinking but of it

Not because she doesn’t know what cuddling is she just didn’t really associate the word with it

She’d wait for you to make the first move and when she does move it’d be weirdly methodical

It would definitely feel like the awkward hug you give someone who’s crying because you don’t really know how to comfort them properly

She also wouldn’t move much at first

After a bit, you’d have to let her know that she can be comfortable

“El, you know you don’t have to stay still, you can get comfortable.” “Oh.” “…” “Ok:)”

She will take ‘comfortable’ and run with it

Somehow she will end up upside down and she’ll be giggling the whole time for no reason

Every five minutes she’ll have to move because she can’t get truly comfortable

Will stay latched onto you the whole time

If she gets really comfortable with you whenever her mind drifts off she’ll start asking you random questions, but not to be funny but because she’s genuinely curious about the answers

You wouldn’t able to tell by the way she’d smiling up at you awaiting an answer as if she somehow assumes you’re gonna answer wrong

She’s very adorable about it

10/10, very comfortable with lots of smiling

Max

Her response would be really lackluster, like she’d probably respond with, “yeah sure” after a small pause to think it over

Would probably just pay her head on your shoulder and somehow make you afraid to move

She would of course sense this and start a conversation to make it all less awkward

It would still be a little off until she smiles and starts feeling more comfortable where she is

Would probably up sort of laying on you because she uses her hands a lot to talk but she doesn’t want to turned away from you

Mainly because whenever she talks she likes to look at people's faces to see whether they’re still interested, but now also to see if you’re still comfortable

She’d say something really weird at one point and you both would start laughing

“That’s the same day I learned trimming fingernails is weirdly therapeutic” “…” “…” “BAHAHAHAHAHA”

After a bit she’d probably get really tired because I feel like she get tired super fast, and will start to doze off

If she’s not super comfortable she might try to move a bit so she doesn’t fall asleep on you but if she was she just falls asleep against your shoulder

10/10, itd take a bit for her to get used to you but after that you’d both have the funnest time

Tysm for reading I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last one if not more :D My next few posts will hopefully include a oneshot because I have a few fanfic ideas I just have to stop being lazy and actually write them 😅 anyways that’s all from me

Have a nice day and night !! 💐

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Yuletide

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween Ends

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Paganism, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,445

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Christmas holds some rough memories for Corey. Luckily his lover has some ways to override Christmas memories of the past.

“Wait, so can you explain this again? I’m really trying to understand. I’m just having a hard time. I’m sorry.” Corey ducked his head as he asked for his girlfriend to repeat what she said for about the third time. He saw a hand rapidly approaching his face and flinched when he felt contact. But there was no stinging, just a gentle caress over his stubbly jaw.

“Of course. Don’t worry, I didn’t get it right away either.” She assured him, trying to reverse the years of damage any way she could. Grabbing her handwritten book, she opened up to a specific page and spoke slowly and carefully.

“So Yule is our version of Christmas. When the christians came upon the pagans living in Europe, they saw our festivals and celebrations and made their own versions to make it easier to convert the pagans. As opposed to a specific day, Yule is a time frame. It starts sundown of the winter solstice, and ends in the new year. We always have a big meal that first sundown and enjoy the festive time.” Her delicate writings and sketchy drawings that littered the pages in front of him, captivated his senses. Corey trailed his fingers over the ink that stained the pages in front of him.

“So christians took Yule, and turned it into Christmas?” He questioned,hoping to prompt more information out of his lover but he had no idea how or what to ask.

“Yeah, pretty much. Yule logs are a pretty obvious tie, but the reason there is always a big feast is because pagans would commemorate the solstice with a boar in honor of the wild hunt that takes place. Christmas trees were brought about because that’s what we use to offer thanks.” She explained further, watching as he kept his eyes on the pages before him. Corey opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping for air, but no words came from his throat.

“Do you… do you think, that-” came from the young man, but he never finished the thought. His hands messed with each other and he picked at his nails. However, his girlfriend reached her hand over and placed her own on top of his to steady them.

“Do I think what, Corey?” Her question was so soft and gentle, that he could not help but look up to see his lover gazing back at him.

“Do you think, maybe, I could. I don’t know. Maybe, I could come over and celebrate with you instead? I don’t have good memories with Christmas anyways.” Corey’s eyes dropped back to their hands that were joined together, and he fiddled with the rings that adorned his lover’s delicate fingers. It was quiet for a moment, as nothing but the sound of her breathing passing between them. Corey, on the other hand, was too afraid and anxious of her response to dare break his silence. But, he felt a kind kiss being pressed to his forehead.

“Of course you can! I would love to have some company.” He looked up at this, complete with a soft, boyish grin on his face. It grew into a smile that matched his lover’s as they sat there.

“Okay. Awesome. I’ll tell my mom, and then I’m all yours.” Corey looked so incredibly happy about coming over rather than spending the evening with his own family.

“No. Absolutely not. You are not leaving here Christmas Day.” And there it was, his mother’s veto that came with just about everything in life that Corey wanted. But he was an adult now, surely he could find the strength to tell his mother no. His hands shook, and he looked anywhere but here as he sought the strength he needed.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes and ask me. That just means you’re not serious, and you’re lying about having a girlfriend.” She continued to chastise and criticize her son, who still fought with his heart and his head. Yet soon, he thought about how excited his girlfriend was when he finally asked her to join her, how happy she looked to have him around.

“I am going to spend the day with her.” Corey stared his mother dead in the eyes, and fought with himself to not back down. She almost looked impressed, but she, too, did not back down.

“You really think that some girl is going to treat you the way I do? That some other girl will love you like I do? I am your mother. I am owed you being with me on the holidays.” Her tone turned deadly, and she shook her finger in his face. Corey wanted to run and apologize; his past experiences telling him that was the easiest path. But he did not want to let his lover down.

“I’m going, mom. I’m an adult and can make my own choices so I’ll be spending the day with her instead of here.” Before his mother could get another word out, Corey turned on his heels and went out the front door. There was still a couple days till Christmas, but he could not bear it in that house anymore. He got lost in his thoughts, and before he knew it, he arrived at the doorstep of his lover. Corey did not realize where he was walking and now he was here. Should he knock? Should he go? A sudden breeze blew by causing Corey to shiver and huddle closer, unknowingly kicking the door.

“Core?” A sweet and kind voice reached his ears. It was only then that he noticed that his girlfriend had opened the door to her apartment, and was reaching out to the man. He stepped inside once she touched his arm, and felt the warmth breathe into his bones.

“You alright, Core?” She questioned; her face full of concern. He smiled and shook off her worry as he placed his hands along her waist.

“Yeah. I’m alright. Just, needed out of the house. You know?” While his comment was vague, his girlfriend knew exactly what he meant.

“You had another fight with your mom?” Her question was rhetorical, but Corey nodded with a deep sigh, and pressed his head into her neck.

“Yeah.” His muffled voice tickled her lightly, causing a giggle to come out and a hand to start brushing through his curls.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I still have you’re drawer and closet space. Want to help me decorate for Yule?” Pressing a gentle kiss to his head, his lover’s question was out of genuine interest and it made Corey happy. He nodded up and down into her neck, causing another fit of giggles over his stubble rubbing up against her. Pulling apart, Corey was eager to follow as he was dragged by the hand over to where some decorations laid in boxes.

“Okay. Let’s decorate.” The couple found themselves falling into an easy routine. Corey enjoyed being able to put up all the pine, holly, and runes around the rooms. At some point, he found himself hanging up a wreath above the television while she made a simmer pot on the stove. It provided an incredible smell to the whole home and made Corey enjoy this even more. His girlfriend came over at some point to take him away from his decorating skills with a dark blue and gold mug in each hand.

“Wassail?” She asked, holding the mugs up higher. Corey took one with glee and followed her onto the couch.

“Mhmm. What is this? This is amazing!” He complimented, watching his lover’s cheeks became set aflame as she tried to hid it in her mug.

“It’s basically spiced apple cider, brewed with intentions. It’s a traditional Yule drink, and it’s one of my favorite things about the season.” She explained, watching him drink even more of it.

“Well, I love it.” He concluded, and that led them into a moment of silence. Their eyes scanned the room and enjoyed what they saw. The decorations were hung up faster than usual having two people instead of one but it made them all that much better. Some of them were slightly taller than usual on account of Corey’s incredible height. The burst of color filled the bland apartment, and Corey just felt home. This was his home. Neither one spoke, just sipped their wassail, and enjoyed being with each other during the holidays. It felt oddly domestic for Corey, but he certainly was not turning it down. This was going to be his favorite Christmas, by far. As well as his first, of hopefully many, Yule celebrations.

#rebelliousstories #writing #halloween ends #halloween imagine #halloween ends imagine #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham #25 days of christmas #25 days of ficmas #ficmas 2023

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magic-hcs · 7 months

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Hi Hi! Can I request an angst scenario with the guys from AT, Razzle and Charon where after rejecting reader (fem) thousands of times they see her fall in love and start a relationship with their brothers? Today I feel like a little anguish sorry. Thanks <3 (If you are going to create your anon list Can i be 💟 anon?)

There’s nothing wrong with feeling a little anguish 💟 anon! And of course you can be 💟 anon!

Thank you for being so patient with me on me making this ask. I’m getting back into writing asks again so I hope you all can expect your asks you all send ages ago to be done sooner rather than later!

Raven: AT Sans

Crest: AT Papyrus

Razzle: SF Sans

Charon: UF Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Raven: Raven likes you as a friend, nothing more and nothing less, so he is glad that you stopped bothering him with your constant confessions. He had started to avoid you because of it. But then one day you stopped, and he felt relieved that you had become bored with him constantly rejecting you. Only to become surprised to find out you’re dating his brother now.

Raven definitely pulled Crest to the side to ask if you pressured him into dating you or not. And also to ask if you pestered Crest just as much as you had done to him, and to ask a few more questions. If it’s a no to both of those two questions and a positive answer to all of the other questions Raven will gladly let you date his brother. There will be some tension between you and him however. He just wants to make sure you won’t pressure or pester his brother like you did to him. Crest, being the awesome guy that he is, deserves only the best after all.

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Crest: Crest feels very flattered by your heartfelt confession, human! But sadly he got to reject your affections. He just doesn’t feel the same way. Friendship is just as good if not better than relationships of the romantic kind, no?

That’s how Crest reacted the first time you confessed to him. By the second time he is less enthusiastic and tells you that he doesn’t feel the same and rather preserve the friendship you two share. Thinking that the first time he rejected you he hadn’t made his intentions clear enough or something.

By the third time, Crest is getting a bit exasperated. He gets it, he’s a very charming guy and you like him that way. He appreciates the sentiment, but Crest really isn’t interested in you that way, and you persisting even after he told you no really isn’t doing you any favors.

By the fourth and fifth time he looks down right annoyed. Crest can tell whenever you’re about to confess to him and stops you right in your tracks with a curt “NO.” If you try to continue your confession as if he hadn’t just cut you off, Crest will just ignore you and leave the conversation entirely.

Of course Crest tells his brother of these unwanted confessions by you. And Raven is quite put off by the notion. He advises Crest to just cut you out his life because he can clearly see that you are draining his younger brother mentally.

There’s no way that you’ll get together with Raven. Not after he knows about your repeated confessions to his brother.

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Razzle: Razzle at first, felt honored that you had affection for him, and applauded your guts for confessing to him. However he politely declined it since he didn’t share the same affection and it would be rude to lead you on. However, you didn’t seem to take a no for an answer and kept on confessing, hoping that one time his answer would be different. But it wouldn’t change, only the way he rejected you changed. And it gets more rude - annoyance, an obvious tone in his voice - every time you confess to him again. He pretty much lost all care he had for you, and the reason why is quite simple.

Razzle doesn’t have respect for people who can’t take a no for an answer and persistently keep doing it anyways.

And then, one day, you stopped trying to confess your feelings to him. Razzle felt a cautious hope well up inside of him. Expecting that any time now you would go back to your annoying persistent self. But you didn’t, and Razzle felt relieved. At least, until he found out you had decided to pursue one of his brothers. That short lived relief he had felt had promptly been thrown out the nearest window.

Depending on who you decide to pursue, Razzle will behave as follows:

Coal can handle himself, Razzle knows that. Coal has shed his stripes so long ago, yet Razzle can’t help but fuss over him like he’d always done. It is with a heavy soul as he restrains himself from intervening at any moment notice whenever you interact even somewhat flirty with his youngest brother. Coal is a kind monster, he treats you nicely. The first few times you flirted with him he flustered and stumbled over himself in surprise, cheekbones flushing a golden yellow. However, he requests you don’t do that again.

If it’s Mastiff, he isn’t all that worried about him. Mastiff doesn’t care to play nice to those who irritate him. He will shut you down fast, and if you try it a second time he will bare his teeth and growl with a fierce glare. Telling you to get lost.

Oh yeah, both Mastiff and Coal know about how you kept confessing to their older brother. These boys are a tight knit family, if you tried to get with one of them and it didn’t work out, or didn’t happen; you won’t be able to get with a different brother.

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Charon: Charon will shut you down quickly. He hasn’t gone to therapy and became a therapist himself to let your persistence and refusal to take no as an answer drain him negatively. To Charon, boundaries are sacred. And with your refusal to respect them, he will cut you out of his life. There is the door, don’t let it kick you on the way out. Charon is very firm in this, you can’t convince him otherwise.

Something that hasn’t been discussed about often with Red, and that fact is that Red got a bad side too where he can be a huge dick and a half. What has that to do with this you wonder? Maybe the fact that Red-when he catches wind that you’ve been bothering his younger brother like that-will accept to date you just to mess with you. Not that he’ll seek you out or anything to put his scheme in motion. Charon is an adult after all, but since you went after him next with the intention to date, why, it’s an opportunity too good to pass up. He’ll accept dates but ends up not showing up, or he shows up but dips at the end so you’ll be forced to pay. Red will make inappropriate jokes that you won’t like. Probably will sleep around while in relationship with you and leave evidence of said affairs around for you to find. And a lot more to annoy, hurt you emotionally and to mess with you.

Red’s not kind to those he doesn’t like. Especially to those who bother his brother like that. And be warned, Red holds grudges for a long ass time.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 6)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) continues her communication with her mom, turns down a suggestion from Tommy, tries to reason with Matthew, and then receives some help from Ada.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 3645

A/N: so I finished what I thought would be one part, and it turned it to be like 6000 words, so I’ve decided to split it in two. I’m hoping to have the next part posted on Monday (9/26) so that y’all can find out what happens at the derby. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

Dear (Y/N),

It is so good to be able to hear from you and to know how you are doing. Although it hurts me not to be able to see my only daughter in person, I will accept this as a sufficeable form of communication until we can see each other again.

You seem to have settled in nicely where you are living now. Upon your request, I have not shared your location with your brothers or father, although I think it may be beneficial if you allow me to. It felt rather secretive trying to hide the return address from them as I was gathering the mail. Until you tell me otherwise, I will continue to honor your request.

Matthew seems like a lovely man. You said you met him through work...what is it that you do? I find it incredible that you are able to put yourself out into the world like this, especially after the life your father made sure we had while you were growing up. I always knew you were destined for great things, (Y/N).

I also must ask...have you heard anything about the two of our men that came into Small Heath a few weeks back? Their names are Bradley and Steven. Maybe you've seen them around where you're staying. I ask this because they haven't come back to report to your brothers. I've heard some terrible things about Small Heath and Birmingham, and now I'm believing them to be true. Oh, (Y/N), please tell me you are safe.

With Love,

Mum

(Y/N) wasn't sure what she was feeling after she finished reading the letter she'd received from her mother. She was honestly surprised that she'd taken the time to write back, given that the letter she sent was rather vague. She figured she'd have to make it so that if her brothers intercepted it, not much would be given away about her new life...although them seeing the return address would give away the biggest secret; they wouldn't even have to read the letter.

It also worried her that her mother was bringing up questions about the two members of the Weller Boys who had arrived, and ultimately met their fate, in Birmingham about a month ago. She couldn't tell her what really happened to them. What mother would like to see 'oh yeah, those men?...I killed them' in a letter from her daughter?

She moved about her apartment, gathering the stationary that she used to write her letters on. Once her makeshift writing station at the dining table was set up, she uncapped the pen and started her letter:

Mum,

I am delighted that you are choosing to communicate with me in this form. I know it is not your first choice, but it is making me a great deal more comfortable in continuing with talking to you.

She paused, tapping the pen against her chin as she tried to decide what she'd address next. Go for the important things, she thought to herself.

I have not heard anything of those two men, nor have I seen their faces around...

A knocking on the door stopped her before she was able to finish her thought. "Coming!" she called, capping the pen before she quickly stood up and walked to the door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by Matthew's smiling face. "Hi," she greeted him with a smile.

"Hi," he repeated her greeting before he leaned in and kissed her lips quickly. "Are you ready to go?" he asked after pulling away.

"Is it that time already?" she asked with shock laced into her voice, her eyes widening slightly.

"It is," he grinned at her surprise, finding her response to his statement rather adorable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice. I was in the middle of writing something," she stated, jerking her thumb backwards into her apartment.

"That's alright, love," Matthew brushed her apology off, "we've still got time."

"I'll be quick," she told him, inviting him into the apartment then so that she could clean up her table and get the things she needed for work.

"Ready?" he asked once she came to his side again.

"Yes," she smiled at him, taking a deep breath to slow her heart rate down before they both exited her apartment in order to start the walk to the Garrison.

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The day passed quickly, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. (Y/N) was busy stocking shelves and unpacking the wares that the pub needed to function. At the end of her shift, she worked hard to make sure that the crates she'd emptied were stacked properly in the corner so that Harry knew he could take them to the trash. Just as she was going to shut off the lights, she noticed Tommy standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Shelby...I'm sorry I didn't see you there," she apologized for leaving him waiting, "what can I do for you?"

"I wasn't waiting long," he brushed off her apology before stepping into the room. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed at the reason behind his presence. She still wasn't sure what he wanted from her and at this point expected anything...given what he'd asked of her just a few days ago. "I was able to get my hands on this..." he continued before producing what looked to be a piece of red fabric from his pants pocket.

"What's that?" (Y/N) asked even though she knew that he'd tell her in a matter of seconds.

"It's the color that Kimber will be wearing to the derby," he explained before holding it out to her, "I wanted to give it to you...so that you could match your dress to him."

(Y/N) accepted the piece of fabric and stared at it for a moment. She flipped it around in her hands as she tried to think of how to word what she would say next. "Have it back," she finally said as she held her hand back out to Tommy.

"What?" Tommy was confused by her statement, his brows now furrowed.

"I will go to this derby with you, but I will not be dressed as a present for that man," she told him, her eyes locked onto his as she spoke so he knew that she was serious. Tommy's lips parted slightly as he tried to think of what to say in return. (Y/N) didn't let him speak. "You're a smart man, Tommy Shelby...you do not need to resort to that to initiate this business," she added, her eyes not wavering from his. She searched his eyes for a moment, seeing them widen slightly as he took in what she had to say.

With a slight nod, he took back the piece of fabric that was still extended between them so that he could return it to his pocket.

"Is there anything else you need from me?" (Y/N) asked after they'd been standing in silence for a few moments, their eyes not yet straying from each other’s.

"Not at the moment, no," he answered with a slight shake of his head.

"Am I free to leave?" was her next question. She knew that Matthew was waiting outside for her, and he'd promised her dinner after her shift was finished.

"Yes," Tommy nodded again, surprise still evident in his features. Truly, he'd been taken back by how (Y/N) responded to his ask. He thought that having her match her dress to Kimber’s handkerchief would be a surefire way to get a foot in the door with the man. Now he had to come up with a different avenue. He was sure that he would, but sometimes it was easier to take the blatant route.

"Goodnight, Mr. Shelby," she then said after she'd grabbed her things.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he repeated her farewell, allowing her to walk past him as he stood stagnant with a bit of a dumbfounded expression on his face. It'd been a while since someone other than a member of his family had stood up to him and shot down his idea...surprisingly, in this case at least, he wasn't at all mad about it.

(Y/N) tried to shake the conversation she'd just had as she walked through the bar's main area and out its doors. She must've not done a good job with it, because as soon as Matthew set his eyes on her, his brow was furrowed in concern. "What's happened, (Y/N)?" he asked as he walked over to her.

"Nothing, Matthew," she brushed his question off.

He wasn't satisfied by her response. "Tell me, please, baby," he gently prodded her to share what was on her mind with him, "you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I, uh..." she trailed off, furrowing her brows as she tried to think of how to say what she was going to tell him. "Mr. Shelby just asked a rather unusual thing of me."

Matthew's brows furrowed again, this time out of confusion, as he heard what she said, "what did he ask you?" he questioned, hoping she'd elaborate.

"He had a piece of fabric, the color that Kimber's wearing to the races. He wanted me to match my dress to it," she explained, watching as anger then flashed across his features.

"What?" he questioned, wanting to know if he'd heard her right.

"I guess he wanted to have me match Kimber so that I'd catch his eye...I turned him down, it's really nothing," she said then, trying to deflect the situation.

"He did fucking what?" the anger was fully apparent now, "I'm gonna go talk to him, (Y/N). Is he still in there?" he asked as he then began taking steps back to the doors of the Garrison.

"No, Matthew," (Y/N) grabbed hold of his arm to stop him from going any further, "please don't do that."

"He was going to make you a piece of bait, (Y/N)...that's disgusting," Matthew told her, at this point starting to become appalled at the fact that she didn't want him to go confront the other man.

"I know that it's disgusting, and that's why I told him no," she explained to him, trying to keep a calm head because she could see that he was getting riled up.

"You shouldn't have fucking agreed to this, (Y/N). You shouldn't have allowed him to take you to this."

"He's my boss, Matthew. I can't really tell him no when he asks something of me."

"You just did."

"You know what I mean," she said with a sigh, "I'm going to go with him, but I will do it on my terms."

"Yeah, well I'm coming with you now," Matthew said then, his frustration still apparent.

"What?" (Y/N) asked, confused by the sudden turn of events.

"I don't trust him with you...I'm coming so that you'll be protected," he insisted.

"That's not necessary Matthew and you know that," she disagreed with his idea.

"Tell me why you think that," he asked her to elaborate.

"Because Mr. Shelby hired you to be my protection. He most likely chose you because you could offer the same level of it that he can. He certainly knows what to be on the lookout for," she explained her reasoning, "I understand why you want to, Matthew, but please don't," she added, a pleading look on her face.

He stared at her with a straight face, her words playing on his mind for a few moments before he let out a sigh. Accepting her statement, he nodded his head. "If he lets something happen to you, (Y/N), I swear, I..."

"Do you really think he'll let something happen to me, Matthew?" she cut him off, raising her eyebrows slightly. A small smile formed on her face when she was only responded to with a slight shake of his head. "Can we go get dinner now, please?" she asked him, hoping to finally get past this topic.

"Yes, we can," he nodded, trying his best to put on a smile as he offered his arm for her to take. Her smile grew as she accepted it, and they began walking to their intended dinner spot.

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"Thank you for coming along with me, Ada," (Y/N) said as the two women approached the doors of one of the more well-known boutiques in Small Heath. "I really don't know the first place to look when it comes to an appropriate dress for a derby."

"It's not a problem, (Y/N)...I'd do anything at this point to get out of the apartment. Freddie insists we stay here, but yet he's the only one who's able to go about his business. I just wish he would...see sense in all of this," Ada answered her, her stress shining through in her words.

"Men hardly ever see sense, do they?" (Y/N) stated as she sent Ada a knowing look, "they just see what benefits them and they run towards it with their blinders up and destination set."

"It was you who got through to Tommy you know, (Y/N). You made him change his mind...made him allow Freddie to marry me. Except we were supposed to marry in any place but here," Ada pointed out as she glanced over at the other woman.

Another knowing look formed on (Y/N)'s face before it faded into a small smile. She was happy that her friend had her lover, and also the father of her child, back in her life, but she hated to hear that there were still obvious tensions between him and Tommy. From what she'd heard about all of it, it seemed like Freddie was really pressing his luck.

"I never got to congratulate you on your marriage, Ada," (Y/N) said then, slightly changing the topic of conversation, "I'm sure you looked beautiful in white."

Ada snorted slightly before saying: "yeah, whatever white was left after I ran through the mud-covered streets."

"A proper Small Heath bride, I'm sure," (Y/N) cracked a smile, her statement making Ada laugh.

"Oh, most certainly," Ada responded, the two women sharing a laugh as they walked to the door of the boutique they decided on stopping in.

"Ok, you need to really help me here, Ada...I'm lost," (Y/N) said after taking in all of the articles of clothing that were hanging on display.

"You say that like I've been to my share of derbies in the past," Ada answered her with a chuckle.

"You've not?" (Y/N) questioned, her eyes widening slightly. Was this a lost cause?

"Derbies are solely the men's business, (Y/N). They'll only bring a woman along when the purpose suits them," Ada informed her friend, making the other woman sigh at her words.

"I seem to be finding that out a little too late," (Y/N) sighed, dropping her gaze to the ground as she shook her head slightly. Was agreeing to this the wrong choice?, she wondered as she looked at all of the dresses again. Between Ada's comment and Tommy's attempt to make her stand out, it was now blatantly obvious why she'd been asked to attend the derby. She couldn't go back on her commitment now though...the derby was only a handful of days away.

"It'll be fine, (Y/N)," Ada attempted to brush the other woman's worries aside.

"I can only hope," (Y/N) huffed, dropping her gaze to the ground for a moment before she took a deep breath to steady herself. Everything is going to be ok, she told herself before she looked up and around the room again. This time, she tried not to let the many choices overwhelm her.

"Is there any specific color you have in mind?" Ada asked after a few silent moments.

"No. I'll look at anything but red," she answered the brown-haired woman, trying hard not to allow a tone of distaste enter her words. Ada sent her a look that asked 'why not?' then, and (Y/N) weighed out whether or not she wanted to disclose the reason. "It's a long story," she settled with a vague response.

"Tell it when you're ready," Ada stated, and (Y/N) sent a silent 'thank you' for the fact that she didn't try to force out the details. She'd been lucky in finding Ada as a friend.

The two women got going on looking through the options, and searched through just about half of the store before their time spent started to get the best of them. "Try this on, Ada," (Y/N) said as she held a blue dress up into view, "I'm tired of being the only one going into the dressing rooms."

"You're the one looking for the dress though," Ada pointed out.

"Yeah, I know that, but...please?" the other woman asked, sending her friend the puppy dog look for good measure.

"I'll look like a whale," Ada continued to dispute the idea.

"You will not. You barely have a bump yet," (Y/N) wasn't falling for it.

Ada pursed her lips as she stared at her friend, who was still pouting dramatically. A few moments passed before she let out a sigh. "Fine. Give me it," she grumbled, reaching her hand out for the garment (Y/N) was holding. (Y/N) clapped her hands as best she could in excitement before she handed the dress over to Ada. "Don't laugh at me when I come out though," Ada stated as she moved back to the dressing rooms.

"Never," (Y/N) answered in all seriousness as she then waited for the other woman to get changed.

"Ok...how absurd do I look?" Ada asked a few moments later before she pushed the curtain aside.

"You look good, Ada!" (Y/N) said, her jaw just about dropping at how beautiful the dress looked on her friend.

"You think?" Ada questioned, looking at herself in the mirror.

"I know," (Y/N) flipped the woman's words around with a grin, "that dress is beautiful," she added.

"Maybe you should try it on," Ada suggested, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"That might be a good idea," (Y/N) agreed before she moved back to the racks where she'd originally gotten the dress to find one in her size. She then quickly changed out of her clothes and into the dress before coming back out to meet Ada again.

"What do you think?" Ada questioned as she looked her friend over.

"I really like it," (Y/N) said with a smile as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress felt good on her. It wasn't too revealing, fit against her body nicely, and made her feel confident. The royal blue color beautifully contrasted with her features. This had to be the dress she picked.

"See...you would have never chosen it if you hadn't seen it on me first," Ada grinned, proud of herself that she helped her friend pick out the dress she'd be wearing.

"What until I tell your brother this one..." (Y/N) trailed off with a giggle, "if you like the dress, you'll have to give all of the credit to Ms. Ada Shelby," she then jokingly recited what she'd tell Tommy.

"That's Mrs. Ada Thorne, thank you," Ada corrected her, the two women bursting into a fit of giggles then. "So you and Tommy, yeah?" she asked once their laughter had subsided.

"No," (Y/N) responded rather quickly, her eyes widening slightly as what Ada said had sunk in. Ada sent her a look then that had her going even further into defending herself, "he's just asked me to come to the races as a part of business. That's really all."

"I think he'll like the dress," was all Ada said in response before she looked at herself in the mirror, "the dress that I've now got to take off because I'll be walking out of here with it too if I don't," she added before she walked away from (Y/N), leaving her looking at herself in the mirror with a rather dumbfounded expression.

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(Y/N) was just finishing playing with her hair and making sure it was set properly when a knock sounded off of her door. She grabbed her purse and made her way to it, a smile on her face when she saw Matthew standing outside.

"Wow," he said as he looked over her figure.

"A good wow?" she asked, a hopeful smile on her face.

"A great wow," he corrected her with a grin, his words making her cheeks heat up. "Are you ready?" he asked then, to which (Y/N) nodded in response. "Let's go then," he stated, offering her his arm. She accepted it and they exited the apartment.

They made their way to the Garrison and stood out in front of it like Tommy had instructed her to the day prior. Soon enough, Tommy was approaching them in his car.

"Enjoy yourself," Matthew said to (Y/N), a smile on his face as he helped her into the passenger's side of the car. She smiled at him and he made sure she was situated before he looked at Tommy. "Make sure you keep an eye on her," he told him, sounding much like the child who was telling the adult what they should be doing.

Tommy only glanced between (Y/N) and Matthew before he nodded his head. Matthew, accepting the answer, stepped away from the car then. "Ready?" Tommy asked (Y/N), glancing her over after he spoke.

"Yes," (Y/N) responded with a smile and a slight nod. That was all Tommy needed to start up the car again so that they could begin the drive to the derby.

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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This is possibly one of my favourites most likely IS the best fan fiction I’ve read of anything it’s amazing! I’m just about to read part 8 and I just wanted to ask:

What are you’re top 3 Elvis songs or songs you may listen to when writing this?

Ahhhh, I LOVE this ask because I'm a bit of a music nerd and I really had to think about it. (Also, the fact that I'm at the top of anyone's fanfic list boggles my mind--thank you so much, honey! 💗)

Okay, okay, so here's my thing--I can't listen to songs while I write, but I DEFINITELY get inspired by them and have them on repeat for a thousand years. I currently have several on my repeat playlist, but if i have to narrow them down for Pink Scarf in particular, they would be (I've linked the specific versions below for your viewing/listening pleasure!):

Power of My Love (1969): This my number one for this series, no question. Besides the accuracy of the lyrics, it's sexy as hell, punchy, bluesy, and you can literally HEAR the cockiness in his voice and i just CANNOT. It's hot. It's perfect. I've gone on and on about it before, so I won't go crazy here, but yes. This is it.

One Night With You ('68 Special, second sit down session): If you listen to the lyrics, this one is pretty self-explanatory, but this one is particularly about how he sings this specific version. The man has sex and seduction OOZING out of his pores in this performance (He's so sexy here I'm pretty sure everyone in that audience is pregnant. Hell, it's 54 years later and I'm falling apart over it!), yet somehow, there's still an element of sweetness and humor there. I absolutely LOVE the raw grit and power in his voice during the '68-'70 era and think it really adds to the overall vibe of the song. It's definitely an inspiration in terms of getting into him as a character.

Just Pretend (That's the Way It Is 1970, midnight show): This one isn't 100% lyrically accurate to the story, but it's close enough for me. I think this is one of his most underrated songs/performances because he makes this song sound easy and it is not at all an easy song to sing. It is just such a good ballad and really showcases his artistry as a vocalist. But the moody feeling of this performance just speaks to me in terms of the story. (I'm gonna get a little nerdy as a vocalist here, sorry!) He's telling a story, and reflects that with his vocal dynamics so well--soft to loud, keeping it light and easy one minute then really digging into his baritone (belting high in his upper register in chest voice!!). That vibrato is *chef's kiss* His phrasing is phenomenal. His voice is really starting to develop maturity and control in 1970 and maintaining some of that youthfulness (which I love), without being super heavy (like he gets in the later '70s).

Honorable Mentions: It's Now or Never (1960) (for the young!elvis/the years of pining on his end, and it shows off his vocal range so well) and Craw-Fever from the movie soundtrack (it's seductive as all hell).

Sorry if that was way more than you asked for, baby, but hopefully you enjoy the the insights and the songs--let me know what you think of them!

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deadsetromance · 1 year

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GRAVEHEAD

(not my gif!)

party poison x gn!reader

summary: while waking up to a group of hostile killjoys is scary, what’s even scarier is the fact that you have no idea where to go next

warnings: general violence, mentions of death, slightly ooc, language, non-edited writing.

note: here’s part two! writers block was a bitch, but i think this is as good as it’s going to get, so i’m happy with it :) keep an eye out for the final part!

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there was no code of honor in the zones, no honor amongst thieves. this meant that the man in front of you could shoot you if he really wanted to. you knew that some killjoys were trigger-happy, shooting before anyone could say a word. you hoped this wouldn’t end like that.

the sound of your heart pumping in your ears made you dizzy. there weren’t many possible outcomes–you either lived or died–and the longer you waited for something to happen, the more you were sure you would be dead.

you were more than surprised when he slowly, slowly, angled the blaster away from your face. it wasn’t set aside yet, and they kept it in their hand just in case, but it wasn’t as much of a threat. still, you didn’t dare move even the slightest bit, and you kept your focus trained on the gun.

his eyes were fiery as he questioned you. “what are you doing in here?”

maybe it was because you hadn’t been shot yet, or even the events of the night before that left you stunned.

“i asked you a question. what the hell are you doing here?” he jabbed the blaster in your direction as he repeated his question. his finger danced on the trigger, leaving you no choice but to answer.

“i- i was looking for shelter, and i thought this place was empty…” you held your breath, waiting…“‘m not looking for trouble, honest.”

the group was unreadable, their masks staring unblinkingly at you. what if they didn’t believe you? what if they didn’t care? what if…. your life balanced on a series of what-ifs. but all your worries couldn’t prepare you for what happened next.

what if they let you go?

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the one with the curly hair was the first to approach you. he passed you a can of power pup, a wet rag, and even offered to bandage your shoulder. you hadn’t realized you'd been shot. he treated you (and your wound) with a smile, before leaving you alone in a booth.

they had already started eating by the time you had cleaned yourself up, but they had left an empty seat for you at the table. whether they let you sit with them out of pity, or acceptance you weren’t sure. you sat with them anyway.

“where’s your crew?” the one with the tattoos asked, halfway through his can of power pup. you hadn’t touched yours yet.

“sorry?” you weren’t able to process the question before the group made hearty sounds of curious agreement.

“where’s your crew? d’they know where you are?” he was beaming with curiosity, and it made you feel sick. should you lie to him? make him think that you have somewhere to be?

“uh…they were dusted in a firefight. last night actually.” the table fell silent and you pushed your food around.

“oh..”

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they didn’t talk to you much after you told them what had happened. they kept to themselves, shooting pitiful looks your way, and whispering amongst themselves.

you sat on the counter, watching the curly one–who you learned was called jet star–flip through a magazine.

“what zone am i…are we in?” you asked, looking up from the blaster in your lap.

“we're smack in the middle of zone six. ‘bout as safe as the zones can get, ‘cause dracs don’t bother to come all the way out here.”

“six?…er, how far is route guano from here?”

“’s about an hour's drive south from this place. it’ll take longer on foot though,” he said, turning to look at you with concerned eyes “why’d you ask?”

“don’t want to spend too much time in one place. plus i figure it’s best if i get out of your hair…”

“it’s getting late and it’s not an easy walk. you’d never make it before sundown, and walking at night is a death sentence.” you frowned at what he said, but you knew he was right. “kobra probably could've driven ya, but the cars busted.”

“oh…”

you were about to speak again when someone called for him. “hey jet, i gotta transmission for you from dr. d!”

“shit!”

and so you were alone again.

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the sunset was pretty, the sky painted brilliant shades of orange and red. you had a perfect view from your spot on the front steps of the diner.

you heard someone walking up to the door, “hey…mind if i sit?” it was the redhead–party poison–standing in the doorway.

“go for it,” you smiled awkwardly, shuffling over to make room on the stairs.

“hey, i’m sorry for earlier. it’s just…strange when you come back from a supply run and a ‘joy you’ve never seen before is covered in blood, asleep in a booth.”

“naw…it’s alright. no hard feelings or anything.” you knew you would have done the same thing if there was an unfamiliar killjoy in your hideout. that’s just how things worked.

“oh okay… ‘m sorry about what happened to your crew. do you-what happened?” his question seemed innocent, and you knew he was trying to help. but your mind flashed back to the swarm of dracs, laser beams, and the screams of your friends. it was too much for you to think about, and you looked down at the sand as your grief washed over you.

“i can’t really remember… we pulled over to check out a satellite, and all of a sudden we were swarmed. few of ‘em made it to the car and got out, but they left me n’ the others. it’s really just a blur….”

you didn’t speak for a while after. instead, you both sat pressed up against each other listening to the sound of the wind whip against the sand.

party poison spoke up again, as the last light began to fade from the sky. “jet told me that you were asking for directions to route guano?”

“oh, uh yeah,” you didn’t think he’d ask, nor that jet star would have told him. wouldn’t they have wanted you to leave sooner? “i didn’t want to overstay my welcome. the sooner i leave you guys alone the better y’know?”

“hey, it’s no problem. i mean killjoys gotta help each other out,” they shrugged, acting almost like he offered his hospitality to every wayward killjoy he found. “and anyway, if…if you wanted to join our crew, you’re welcome to. i mean you lost your group and all.”

you were silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. he seemed genuine…but still, you knew your crew was out there. “i-i don’t want to be too much trouble. i think i’ll just stay for the night, and make a break for the highway tomorrow.”

“where will you go?”

shit. you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “i dunno. could try to hitch a ride from someone, and go on a ghost hunt lookin’ for the others. maybe i’ll ride solo for a little while.”

the surprise on his face was evident. and you understood why.

killjoys didn’t live long. they had a life expectancy of three years once they made it out of battery city. if they were lucky.

lone killjoys–those who were reckless enough to go it alone, or those who had given up–hardly made it for half of that. without a crew, a killjoy riding solo was as good as dead.

“be careful,” he said, pushing up off the stairs, and heading back inside the diner.

“i’ll try.” with one last look over your shoulder, you followed him.

you’d be gone by the morning.

#party poison x reader #party poison #reader insert #x reader #gerard way #gerard way x reader #my chemical romance #mychem #mcr #fanfic #mcr fanfiction #killjoys #sfw #brief mentions of death #brief mentions of violence #prtygoth

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My Sanctuary (Woozi)

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Genre: Slice of life, fluff, angst

Word Count: 8,924

Pairing: First Person x Woozi

World: Seventeen

Words: Querencia (sweet) & Pâro (sour)

Written For: Candy Land hosted by @sunnylovespickles

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「Pâro; the feeling that no matter what you do, you’re doing it wrong.」

“You want me to do what?” I questioned, looking at my manager with wide eyes.

“Get on the register,” Julie repeated with annoyance. “We’re experiencing a rush and the lines are getting too long.”

I shifted my weight nervously. “Um… I was hired to price and stock items, not work the register. I haven’t been trained to -“

“You were hired to do whatever we tell you to. Now get on the register or collect your shit from your locker.”

I shakily set down the pricing gun, my legs feeling weak as I headed toward the register. The line was indeed long, nearly reaching out the door, and customers were getting agitated. I scanned the area, looking for an empty register but all of them were occupied.

Relief washed over me and I turned to return to my task.

“Hey, you!” A hand grabbed my shoulder.

I tensed up at the sudden contact but tried to act casual as I faced the young woman standing before me. Her name tag read Darcy. “Yes?”

“I really have to pee. Can you cover my register for me?”

I glanced at the now empty register, the line in front of it long, then I looked back at her. She looked desperate, almost in pain. I wanted so badly to say no, to say I didn’t know how, but I pictured myself in her position and caved.

“Okay…” I breathed out.

She rushed away before I even finished speaking the word.

I slowly approached the register, swallowing hard. Just calm down, I can do this. I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Hello. Did you find everything okay?”

“No,” huffed the woman, narrowing her eyes. “You should start carrying bigger sizes. As someone who is also big, you should understand where I’m coming from!”

I winced at the mention of my weight, slowly sliding her clothes over so I could start scanning them. I wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination, but I wasn’t that big. Certainly not as big as she was.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Ah, yes, ma’am…” I smiled nervously, ringing up the final item. “Your total is $50.85.”

“Fifty? Uh-uh, those are supposed to be on sale. There’s no way it’s fifty!”

“Oh, um, let me double check that for you.”

“You better!”

I quickly checked all of the tags, but none of them had an on sale sticker. “Um, which items are supposed to be on sale?”

“You should know, you work here!” she snapped in annoyance.

I stepped back to check under the counter, relieved to find a pricing gun. I scanned each item, but none of them came up as on sale. Shit, this wasn’t gonna be fun. “I’m really sorry, ma’am, but none of these items are on sale…”

“Are you calling me a liar? The sign said they were on sale!”

People were beginning to look over at us as she raised her voice and I just wanted to shrink into the floor. “No, ma’am, it’s just that it’s not coming up in the system so I can’t just discount them for you.”

“Actually,” the girl at the register to my left leaned closer. “We always honor the customer. Give it to her for the sale price and make sure the sign is removed.” Realizing that I didn’t know what I was doing, she entered the code into the register for me, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Finally, someone who knows what the hell they’re doing!”

I mumbled an apology before telling her the new total. “$35.85, please…”

She slapped the money against my palm and I slid it into the register, slowly counting out her change. I was terrible with math on a good day, but with my nerves frayed and her tapping her nails impatiently on the counter, I was much slower than I should have been. I kept losing count and having to do it over.

“Jesus christ, are you slow or something? Do you not know how to count?” She scowled, tilting her head down to glare at me over the top of her sunglasses. “I don’t have all day!”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized again, quickly trying to count out the correct change and hand it to her.

She counted it behind me and scoffed. “You short changed me!”

“I-I did?” My brow furrowed. I was sure that I had counted correctly.

“You owe me five bucks. God, this place has really gone downhill. They can’t even afford to hire competent employees!”

I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that were beginning to sting my eyes. I grabbed a five dollar bill and handed it to her, wishing she would just go away.

She leaned forward, tugging down her sunglasses before scanning my shirt. “Where’s your name tag?”

My hand went to my chest on instinct and I cursed mentally when I realized that it wasn’t there. I had forgotten it. Again.

“Trying to hide who you are, huh?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head in disapproval. “I want your name.”

I knew she was going to report me to my manager and I considered giving her a fake name, but I knew that would only be worse for me if the truth came out. So, I told her my real name, keeping my eyes on the counter.

Without another word, she grabbed her bags and walked away.

I was really hoping the next customer would be nicer.

“It’s about darn time!” huffed an elderly woman, her eyes narrowed at me behind her glasses. “I sure hope you don’t mess up my order like you did hers!”

Or not.

A hand patted my shoulder and I looked up to see Darcy. She smiled gratefully at me. “Thanks for covering for me!”

“You’re welcome,” I breathed out in relief, stepping away so she could reclaim her register. I scurried away from the customer service desk, retreating back to the corner where I had been pricing bras.

God, that was absolutely terrible. Not only was she super rude, but I made so many mistakes. They seem so simple, things that normal people wouldn’t bat an eye at, but I’ve never been normal.

I sighed deeply, picking up the price gun and getting back to work.

Twenty minutes later, I noticed my manager stalking toward me, looking annoyed. My shoulders tensed up on instinct and I greeted her politely.

“You screwed up,” she stated bluntly, arms folded over her chest. “You called a customer a liar, gave her the incorrect change, and you double charged her for the same outfit. Not to mention practically giving away a new item for half price!”

Every single word was like an arrow piercing my body and I felt more ashamed with each one.

“Be honest with me. Can you do anything right?”

I winced at the question, biting my lower lip. Should I answer honestly or with false confidence?

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. You’re banned from using the register. Get your ass in the stock room, we just got a large shipment of fall clothes and they need to be checked in and priced.” She turned on her heel and walked away.

I released the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Well, at least I get to be in the stock room. It’s peaceful there without any customers to interrupt my work and the stock room is always kept super cold for some reason. It was the closest thing I had to a safe space at this job.

I pushed open the double doors, sighing in relief as the cold air wrapped around my skin. It felt heavenly.

Mya stood by the door, a clipboard in hand. Despite being in her early twenties, she had worked her way up to being one of the managers of the pricing department and she was much nicer than Julie.

She smiled at me when she took notice of my presence. “Here to work or socialize?” she joked.

I felt more at ease around her, less tense and worried about making mistakes. “To work. There’s a new shipment needing to be priced?”

“That’s right! The fall collection, let’s see,” she scanned the paper with her pen, humming. “Okay, you can start on the fall sweaters. They’re marked with FB-`110.”

“I’ll get on that, thank you.” I bowed my head to her before heading farther into the stock room, searching for the cardboard boxes with the indicated ID. They were tucked away in the corner, several of them already open. Several sweaters were laid out across the table, price stickers placed over the tags.

Sitting beside the table was Steve, a tall lanky guy who was snoring loudly, head thrown back and mouth wide open. I considered waking him to ask how much progress he had made but I didn’t want to bother him. I also didn’t want to risk him yelling at me for waking him up, so I chose to just check the sweaters on the table. They were priced at fifteen bucks which seemed quite cheap to me, but I knew nothing about clothing despite working in a clothing store.

I hummed softly, picking up the pricing gun off the table and getting to work.

About twenty minutes passed before Steve startled awake, eyes wide and chest heaving.

I looked at him in surprise, hating to admit that I jumped a bit. “Are you… okay?”

He blinked dumbly a few times before looking over at me, his voice slurred and slow. “I was being chased by aliens…”

“Oh… that sounds, uh… terrifying?”

“It was wicked,” he grinned, sending me a thumbs up. “I wish it would happen in real life.”

“Sure…” I shook my head, returning to my work. He was known around the store as a guy who often had his head up in the clouds. Julie called him a dumbass but I think he just preferred to take life at his own pace. The weed probably didn’t help in that department, though.

“You can finish this on your own, yeah?” He stood up, stretching his back until it cracked.

I glanced over at the rest of the stock. There was still an entire box of sweaters left, not to mention the other pieces in the fall collection that needed to be done. I should have asked him to stay, but I didn’t want to be a bother so I nodded.

Not that it mattered, he was already walking away, yawning loudly as he rubbed his stomach beneath the metallica t-shirt he wore.

It could be worse, I suppose. I could be back on the floor having to dodge customers or, worse, ring them up. I would take a pile of work over that any day.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I tugged it out to check the notifications. I got a new message from my best friend. Well, I call him my best friend but I’ve never actually run that by him before. I don’t even know if he considers me a regular friend, much less a best friend. Even so, a smile came to my lips when I saw his name on the screen.

> Ji: Still at work?

I glanced at the time. It was three in the afternoon which meant it was four in the morning for him. I really wasn’t surprised by this because it was normal for him. In the year I’ve known him, I’ve learned only a few things about him, the most prevalent being that he’s a workaholic. I was honestly surprised that he even had time to talk to me.

Not that I’m complaining.

< Yes, I get off in an hour. Did you sleep well?

> Ji: Can’t complain.

> Ji: How’s work going?

Before I could reply, I heard footsteps heading toward me and quickly slid my phone into my pocket. I just barely managed to pick up another sweater when Julie rounded the corner. Her blue eyes scanned the sweaters that were stacked neatly on the table and she hummed.

“You did better than expected,” she commented, approaching the table.

I wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a compliment or an insult so I stayed silent.

“Wait a minute…” Her brow furrowed as she leaned closer, inspecting the tag. “Are you kidding me? Fifteen dollars? Did you not check the order form?!”

My lips parted but no sound escaped. I hadn’t even considered checking the form, I just saw what Steve was doing and followed along… fuck.

“You’re completely useless!” she snapped angrily.

“I-I’ll fix it…”

“Don’t bother, you’ll just mess something else up.”

I bowed my head, mumbling an apology before turning to leave the area.

“Actually, wait.”

I paused, sending her a hopeful look. Maybe she’ll let me fix my mistake and –

“You’re fired. I don’t ever want to see your face again. Now, get out before I call security.”

For a moment, I just stared at her, my brain processing what she had just said. “W-Wait a minute, I really need this job and -”

“You should have thought of that before being such a screw up,” she scoffed, not sparing me a glance. “Damn it, now I have to fix this shit.”

“Please, I -”

She whirled around, nostrils flaring. “Are you deaf now, too? I said get out! I’ve given you dozens of chances and you threw all of them out the window. I can’t babysit you anymore, I don’t get paid enough. You can be someone else’s problem.”

I swallowed hard, lowering my head as I turned and left the room. I couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck was wrong with me. Why was I so incompetent, so useless? I feel like I’m always screwing up no matter what it is I’m doing. I make huge mistakes with things that should be super simple. Am I just broken? I honestly didn’t know and… well, I didn’t want to know the answer because I feared what it would be.

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My phone buzzed on the bedside table and I sighed, turning my head away from it. My mom has been calling and texting for the past hour, asking for money to take her dog to the vet. She’s always been the type to freak out over the smallest things, especially when it came to her baby. The dog was perfectly healthy but, apparently, she didn’t want to eat this morning.

That was enough for her to spend hundreds of dollars at the vet.

I didn’t have it, though. I had fifty bucks to my name, no job, and rent was due in a week. I was sure that my landlord would work with me, she’s a kind woman, but I felt bad about it. It felt like I was taking advantage of her kindness. This certainly isn’t the first time I had to ask her for an extension. How much longer before she gets tired of my shit, too?

The phone started to ring again and I scowled, snatching it off the table as I sat up. Without looking at the caller ID, I pressed it to my ear. “Look, I already told you that I can’t help you. You know I got fired and I don’t have any money to give you, mom, I’m sorry!”

Rather than my mom yelling at me for being an ungrateful child, there was silence on the other line for a moment. And then a familiar, silky accented voice graced my ears. “I’m glad to hear you’re alive, at least.“

“Ji…” I breathed out, pinching the bridge of my nose. I felt stupid and embarrassed, wanting to curl up into a ball and just disappear.

“I’ve been texting you for days!” He sounded annoyed and I honestly couldn’t blame him. “I thought you were hurt or… or dead!“

“I’m sorry…” I mumbled softly, falling onto my side. “I didn’t mean to, I just… I’m dealing with some things and I…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His tone was softer now, more understanding.

“I didn’t want to bother you… I know how busy you are.”

A sigh reached my ear. “How many times do I have to tell you? You could never bother me.“

Despite all of the negative feelings festering inside of me, a smile slid onto my lips. It was a super power he possessed, making me smile no matter how down I was. “I’m sorry, Ji. You’re right, I should have told you.”

“What happened? Why were you fired?“

The last thing I wanted to tell him was how much of a screw up I am. For whatever reason, he likes talking to me and I don’t want to ruin that. I would tell him the truth, but only part of it. “I made a mistake while pricing. My manager wasn’t happy…”

“Have you found a new job yet?“

“No, not yet. I’ve applied at a few places, but I haven’t heard back from any of them…” I frowned, tugging at a loose piece of thread on my comforter.

“Don’t worry too much,” he told me reassuringly. “I’m sure you’ll hear back soon. In the meantime, if you need money –“

“I don’t!” I replied quickly. Too quickly, I realized.

Ji sighed again, my heart skipping a beat when he spoke my name. “You know I don’t mind helping you. I have the funds to spare.“

“I feel guilty taking money from you…” I admitted softly, making him hum.

“Consider it a loan, then. I expect it to be paid back to me in full when we finally meet.“

The thought of finally getting to meet him filled me with anxiety and excitement. He was a private person, barely telling me anything about himself. I don’t even know what he looks like, meanwhile he knows almost everything about me. Then again, I’ve always been quite bad at oversharing.

He called out my name and I could hear the frown in his tone. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah… yeah, sorry, I just zoned out.”

“It’s pretty late there, isn’t it? Get some rest, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Ji.”

I bit my lip as I hung up the phone, feeling much better than I had been just a few minutes ago. I couldn’t for the life of me understand or put into words how this man affects me. Just hearing his voice is enough to make me feel as if everything will be alright. Not to mention how kind and understanding he is, though he can be stern when he knows I’m about to do something I shouldn’t.

It was super awkward when we first started talking because, even through text, it was as if he could read me like a book. He seems to always be able to sense when I’m lying or when something is bothering me. Maybe I’m just used to it now, but I’m so grateful he exists in my life, even if it is just virtually.

It’s a bit funny how we met, too, at least to me.

I was part of a popular anime forum online and I had made a thread for the Prince of Tennis a few years back. Despite having been around for so long, the thread barely had twenty replies. From what I’ve seen, the anime isn’t too popular outside of Japan and I’ve struggled to find people to talk to about it. It’s my favorite anime, though, so I keep trying.

I had made a new post, sharing a meme

I set my phone back on the table and slipped under the covers, a smile on my face. “Thank you, Ji…”

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I fell into my chair with a sigh, running a hand through my hair. It had been a long day already but it was just getting started. There was a stack of paperwork on my desk just waiting to be filled out and it never seemed to go down no matter how many I knocked out.

I shook my head, scolding myself, ‘Don’t complain. At least you have a job now.’

I had gotten extremely lucky when I was offered this job and I’m pretty sure I definitely don’t qualify for it. I had been tempted to mention this when meeting with the CEO, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. The company I worked for was a popular music streaming site so the pay was great, even for an entry level job. My tasks mostly include filling out paperwork for the upper management, getting coffee, and making sure the CEO doesn’t miss important meetings.

In a way, I guess I’m like a secretary, though that’s not my official title.

I remember when the hiring manager called me up a couple weeks ago. I almost didn’t answer the phone because it was an unknown number, but something compelled me to do so. Come to find out, they had found my application on some hiring website that I didn’t remember signing up for. It was really weird though I can’t complain. The staff are super friendly and the environment is lighthearted.

I still feel nervous as hell, though. It’s like I’m waiting for shit to hit the fan, for them to discover that I simply can’t do anything right and for them to fire me. Until then, I have to try and do my best! Feeling determined, I took a handful of sheets off the stack and got to work checking them over.

“Hey,” my co-worker, a young woman named Cheryl, smiled at me as she appeared beside my desk. “I’m heading to the cafe to grab some lunch. Want me to bring you back something?”

“That would be lovely,” I replied with a smile, reaching into my pocket to pull out some money. “If you don’t mind, thank you. Can you bring me a ham and cheese sandwich?”

“My treat,” she winked at me when I tried to hand her the money.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Be back soon~”

I blinked dumbly at her as she headed for the elevator. I was used to having shitty coworkers that were incapable of caring about anything but their own business so it was really strange to be working with such kind people. They accepted me from day one, treating me like part of the family. I know for a fact that I’ve already made a handful of small mistakes and yet, they never call me out on them. They gently correct me before moving on as if it never happened.

I had to wonder if I was dreaming or something because this certainly didn’t feel like reality.

Mason, the CEO’s actual secretary, appeared in front of my desk, pushing up the large round glasses he wore. “Mister Park would like to speak to you in his office.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. Shit, what did I do? Just when I was beginning to feel comfortable, too. I offered him a nervous smile. “O-Okay, thank you.”

He nodded at me before heading back to his desk.

I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself as I approached the CEO’s office. The front and back walls were made of glass, so I could see him sitting at his desk, dark eyes scanning the screen of his computer. The sun was shining brightly behind him, casting rays of golden light across the room.

I knocked lightly on the glass door and he glanced up, motioning for me to come inside with his hand. He didn’t look mad, though he didn’t look happy either. His face was just normal, betraying nothing to me. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Have a seat, please.”

I slowly lowered myself onto one of two white leather chairs in front of his desk, playing with my fingers nervously. Should I apologize now and get it over with? I didn’t actually know what I did wrong. I could think of a few things, but which one was bad enough to be called into his office? Which one was bad enough to warrant being fired?

If I apologized without knowing what I was apologizing for and he calls me out on it, that would only make the situation worse. On the other hand, if I act as if I’ve done nothing wrong, won’t that upset him more?

“Sorry to pull you away from your work, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now,” apologized Mister Park with a smile.

“Ah, no, it’s okay!” I replied quickly, giving him a smile that I hoped didn’t betray my nervousness. “Did you… need something from me, sir?” I mentally winced at the stupid question. Of course, he did. He wouldn’t have called me here if he didn’t.

“Yes, actually. Let’s see,” he started to move papers around on his desk, grabbing a manilla folder and holding it up. “Are you aware that we have a small branch office in Seoul, South Korea?”

My lips parted to answer yes but I paused. What if this was a test? I mean, I assume there’s a branch in Korea, but I don’t actually know. If I answer yes and there’s not actually a branch there, will I be fired? God, I’ve got to stop overthinking shit so much. I should just be honest. That’s the best policy, after all, right?

“No, sir, I – I didn’t know that.”

He nodded, flipping through the folder. “It’s a fairly new branch, only been up for about six months. I’ve been so busy here that I haven’t had the time to fly out there and properly check on things.”

“Oh, I see…” I frowned, resisting the urge to scratch my cheek. What did this have to do with me?

As if sensing my thoughts, he lifted his dark eyes to me. “That’s where you come in. I’d like you to transfer to that branch and keep me informed about how things are going over there. I’ve heard some rumors about some… nefarious things happening at that branch and, since I can’t go myself, I would like to send you in my stead.”

“Me?” I breathed out in disbelief. “But, sir, I… I just started here. Wouldn’t it be better if you entrusted this to someone more… experienced?”

“It’s because of your inexperience that you’re perfect. They’ll never expect us to send someone inexperienced to do such an important job.” He paused for a moment, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other. “Of course, I’m not forcing you to accept. It’s quite the change, moving to a new country. If you need time to think it over, I understand. You should know, though, that this comes with a significant pay raise.”

“I…” My brain was overloaded with information. This was an amazing, once in a lifetime opportunity, but… there was just too much to think about.

“Take your time,” he smiled kindly, his eyes flickering to the door behind me.

Cheryl entered the room carrying a plastic bag full of food. “I got your salad, boss! Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.”

“No worries, we were just finishing up.” He accepted the salad with a thank you. “Go enjoy your lunch, ladies.”

“Always! It’s my favorite time of day,” she winked at him before addressing me. “I have your sandwich. Wanna eat together?”

“Oh, um, sure,” I offered her a nervous smile, quickly standing up. I bowed my head to Mister Park before scurrying out of the room after her.

She led me into the empty break room where we settled down at the back of the room at a large, round table. “So~ what were you and Mister Park talking about?”

I slowly unwrapped the plastic from my sandwich, a frown tugging at my lips. “He wants to transfer me.”

“Oh? To what department?”

“South Korea.”

She blinked, fork hanging halfway to her mouth. “You’re joking…”

“Nope.”

“Oh, my god, that’s amazing! Congratulations,” she grinned, patting my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I smiled back but it was forced and unsure.

“What, you’re not happy?”

“I am, I just… I’m scared. It’s a new country and I just started this job. I’m not qualified, I’ll just screw everything up for the company and for Mister Park…”

“Listen to me,” she placed her hand on my arm, offering me a reassuring look. “Mister Park is a great judge of character. If he believes that you’re the best person for the job, then you are! Have some faith in yourself.”

“That’s never been one of my strong suites,” I laughed.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there.” She patted my arm before returning to her food. “Are you gonna turn it down, then?”

“I don’t want to. I know it’s a great opportunity, it’s just��”

“What’s holding you back? Just the fear of failure or is there more to it?”

I bit my lip, staring at the tabletop. Truth be told, the fear of failure wasn’t nearly as suffocating as I thought it would be, probably because there was something even heavier on top of that. I don’t know much about Ji, but I know he lives in South Korea. We’ve often made jokes about finally meeting one day in real life, but they were just that – jokes. We lived in two different parts of the world, after all, and we were just online friends.

If I moved to the same country as him, meeting each other would be more likely. It wouldn’t just be a joke anymore, it would be a possibility and that terrified me. Despite knowing almost everything about me, things would be different in person than over a text chat or even a voice chat. He would see my shortcomings in real time. He would see how many mistakes I make, how often I get things wrong.

What if our friendship ends because he simply can’t deal with me?

I never realized how much I’ve come to depend on him over the time we’ve known each other. He’s my rock, my comfort zone. He cheers me up when I’m down, makes me laugh without even trying. The highlight of my day is talking to him, even if it’s just over text, though I adore the sound of his voice and the accent he has when he speaks English.

Without even realizing it, Ji had become my sanctuary.

If I suddenly lost that, especially because of my own shortcomings, well… I don’t know if I could handle that.

Cheryl leaned forward, her eyes narrowed. “It’s a boy, isn’t it?”

I jumped when her voice knocked me from my thoughts, eyes wide and ears burning. “W-What? No! Of course not!”

But a grin slid onto her lips, amusement dancing in her eyes. She had caught me and she knew it. “Come on, tell me~”

“T-There’s nothing to tell,” I insisted, clearing my throat as I focused on my sandwich.

“If he breaks up with you just because you’re going to a different country, then it’s not real love,” she stated, straightening her back. “Trust me, you’re better off learning that early.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?”

I sighed deeply. “The guy… he’s in Korea. We’ve been friends online for a little over a year now.”

“Huh?” she quirked a brow, looking at me in confusion. “If he’s in Korea, then why are you hesitating to go? Don’t you want to meet him?”

“More than anything!” I replied quickly, my eyes widening when I realized what I said.

“Ah, I see. You’re afraid he won’t like you.”

My ears burned with embarrassment. It was one thing to say it in my head, but to hear it out loud? That hurt.

Cheryl clicked her tongue. “What’s not to like? You’re absolutely adorable.”

I didn’t agree but I also didn’t want to argue. “I make so many mistakes. It must get frustrating to put up with me for too long.”

“A person is more than their mistakes.”

“You don’t know how many I make…”

“Who do you think has been fixing them since you started working here?” She teased, making my eyes widen. I hadn’t even thought about it. “You can’t judge someone by the mistakes they make. A great person could make loads of mistakes, but they’re still a great person. Meanwhile, a terrible person could make hardly any mistakes. It doesn’t make them any less horrible, right?”

“Huh… I never thought of it like that…”

“It’s all about perspective,” she grinned, tapping her temple. “You’ll learn that when you get to be my age.”

This prompted a laugh from me. “You’re only three years older.”

“And three years wiser.”

“I suppose so.”

“So, what are you gonna do?”

I stared at my sandwich in thought for a moment before lifting my head, determination burning in my eyes. “I’m going to South Korea.”

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「Querencia; a sanctuary where you feel safe.」

I watched an orange leaf break off from its tree, slowly fluttering toward the ground, the breeze knocking it off course a few times. I was sitting outside at a cafe near my work, two of my coworkers sitting across from me and chatting about different topics, all of which were unrelated to work. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying much attention to them, picking up only a few words here and there.

It’s been about five months since I moved to Seoul and started this new job. I’ve settled into a nice groove, I think, and I’m starting to become used to the way life is here. I’ve got a good job with a nice boss and a really great apartment, so I should be really happy, right? For the most part, I am, but…

Ji knows I moved here, I told him the day that Mister Park asked me. He said he was happy for me, proud of me, but he never once mentioned meeting each other, not even as a joke. I thought for sure he’d want to meet up with me, especially since I do technically still owe him money, yet he hasn’t brought it up once. Was he actually just joking all those times? Did he really not want to meet me?

I wanted to bring up the subject yet I never did because I was too afraid of his answer. Hearing someone I had come to love so deeply say, I don’t want to meet you would break my heart. Wait a minute… did I just say love? I felt the tips of my ears heating up at the thought and lowered my head to try and hide it from my coworkers. As much as I wanted to deny it, I knew it was true. I’m not sure when it happened, I just know that I had fallen head over heels for Ji.

I love everything about him – his voice, his laugh, the accent when he spoke in English. I love the way he always tried to cheer me up with dumb jokes that I laughed at despite myself. I love the small snippets of his life that he shares, like his favorite food or favorite anime. I love listening to him rant about an anime he had just finished for two hours. I’m in love with a man that I’ve never even met, a man that may not even want to meet me…

I groaned in frustration, letting my head fall to the table. The sudden movement caused a glass of water to fall over, its contents spilling out on Jisoo’s lap and the floor. She cried out in surprise, jumping out of her seat.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I shot up, grabbing napkins and trying to soak up the water.

She scowled at me in annoyance. “I just got this skirt!”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized again, holding out napkins to her but she shoved my hand away.

“God, you’re so useless!”

My brow furrowed in confusion, letting my hands fall to my sides. I know she hadn’t really been fond of me when I first joined the office, but I thought she had warmed up to me. I mean, she invited me out to lunch almost every day. You don’t do that with people you dislike… right?

“Calm down, eonni.” Eun grabbed some paper towels and started to dab at the older girl’s skirt. “It’s just water.”

“It doesn’t matter! Am I supposed to return to work looking like I peed myself, huh? Why do we have to deal with her, anyway? She shouldn’t even be here!”

Eun glanced at me wearily before moving closer to her, lowering her voice. “We’re not supposed to mention that, eonni.”

“Mention what?” I frowned, glancing between the two women.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” scoffed Jisoo. “The only reason you got this job is because someone called in a favor with the CEO.”

“That’s not true. I didn’t know anyone who knew Mister Park before I started working for this company,” I shook my head, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

“We heard it from our manager directly,” supplied Eun softly, glancing at her friend. “Though we weren’t supposed to say anything…”

“Well your manager is wrong,” I insisted, making Jisoo scoff and cross her arms over her chest.

“Tell me, then – how did you get this job, hm? Did you apply directly?”

My lips parted to reply but I stopped short, realizing that she might be onto something. I hadn’t applied for this job. I had gotten a call out of the blue saying that they found my resume on a job finding website, but I still don’t remember ever putting my information there.

“See? You can’t! Someone had to beg the CEO to give you a job,” she scoffed again, tilting her head up haughtily. “With as many mistakes as you make, I’m not surprised. Let’s go, Eun.”

Eun started to pull out money to pay for their food but the older girl stopped her.

“Don’t worry about it. The screw up will pay. Won’t you?” She sent me a fake smile before turning on her heel and walking away, Eun right behind her.

I was uncomfortably aware of the other patrons staring at me, whispering about me behind their hands. I lowered my head, quickly putting money on the table before rushing away, my heart racing within my chest. All I could think about was going home and calling up Mister Park, demanding an answer.

I still had half a day of work left, though. Plus, I know making emotional decisions was never a good idea and right now? Right now I was filled to the brim with emotion, though I’m not sure which is strongest. Confusion, I suppose. If it’s true, then who the hell called in a favor? I don’t really have any friends, just acquaintances and they would never go the extra mile for me.

My mom, maybe? How would she be connected to the CEO? She certainly never mentioned it.

Before entering the office building, I pulled out my phone to check the time. I still had about twenty minutes of my lunch break left so I stepped off to the side, leaning back against the building. I considered my next move for a moment before bringing up Mister Park’s number. It rang a few times before he finally answered, sounding tired as he said my name.

“What’s wrong?“

I had completely forgotten about the time difference. “I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to wake you!”

He chuckled. “You didn’t. I’ll be working late tonight.“

“Oh.”

“I’m assuming you have something to report?“

I hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea or not. I was sure that it wasn’t, but I needed to know. “Please be honest with me, sir.”

“Hm?“

“Why did you hire me?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not quite sure what you mean.“

“You’re lying!” I snapped before I could stop myself. “Did someone ask you to give me this job? Was I transferred because of them?”

Another beat of silence and then a sigh. “I told him you would eventually find out.“

“Who?”

“Jihoon.”

“Jihoon?” I repeated with a furrowed brow. Did he mean Ji?

“It’s really not my place to say anything else. If you want answers, you need to ask him. I was just doing him a favor.“

I know he meant no malice with those words, but I still winced as they cut into me. What was I thinking? Of course I didn’t get this job on my own. Not only do I not come close to qualifying for the position, but I’m also a royal screw up.

Mister Park called out my name softly, sounding worried. “Are you okay?“

My lips parted, but no sound escaped. Tears were stinging at my eyes despite me trying to blink them back. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, so I just hung up the phone and ran away from the building.

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I sighed deeply, resting my head atop my folded arms. Rain was pelting the sliding glass doors of the balcony, lightning lighting up the dark sky every few minutes. The thunder was usually so comforting to me… now, though, it just added to my melancholy. At this point, I wasn’t too sure how I felt.

I had so many questions spinning around my brain that I simply didn’t have any answers to. I wanted to be angry at Ji for what he had done, but I just couldn’t. I knew he did it because he cared. I knew he was trying to help… yet it hurts knowing that he thinks I can’t get a job on my own.

It wasn’t just unfair to me, it was unfair to my coworkers who had worked hard to get where they were. How could I face any of them knowing I didn’t deserve to be among them? I couldn’t, which is why I’ve been missing work for the past week under the guise of being ill. I fully intend to give my two week’s notice, I just haven’t gotten up the nerve to do so.

I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. “Annoying,” I muttered, dragging myself away from the island so I could head to my room.

There was a sudden, frantic knocking on the door, making me pause.

I glanced at the clock with a furrowed brow – 10:30 at night. Was it the little old lady that lived across the hall? She should have been asleep already, unless… what if it’s an emergency? No, if it was an emergency, she’d be yelling for help. Unless she wasn’t able to… I started toward the door but stopped dead when I heard my name being called.

It was a familiar voice, though it wasn’t the little old lady from across the hall, it was Ji.

I tensed up, heart racing within my chest. Why was he here? How did he even know where I live? Oh… it was a company apartment, so Mister Park no doubt told him. That didn’t explain what he was doing here, though.

He said my name again, sounding frantic. “Please open the door.”

I slowly approached it, swallowing hard. There was only a thin piece of wood separating me from my best friend, my only friend, from the man that I had fallen in love with. I had imagined what he might look like a million different ways. Would I even be close?

My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob, stopping short. I was scared, terrified that he wouldn’t like me. I didn’t think I was ugly, but I’m far from beautiful or skinny like most Korean girls.

“Please,” he called out, voice like a whisper against the wood. “I know you’re there. I know you’re upset, just… just let me explain.”

A shiver went down my spine when he spoke my name again, sounding more desperate than I’ve ever heard him before. With trembling fingers, I clutched the doorknob and opened the door.

His eyes were the first thing I saw – dark pools that threatened to suck me in if I let them – and they were filled with emotion. His wet brown hair was slicked back as if he had been running his hand through it, his clothes neat and fashionable despite also being wet from the rain. He was breathtakingly beautiful, just as I’ve always pictured him to be. It only made me feel more self-conscious.

I lowered my head, grabbing my elbow with my hand.

Several tense moments engulfed us before he finally spoke, his voice soft. “Can I come in?”

I quickly nodded, stepping aside to give him room. I could feel the tension rising but I had no idea how to fix it.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls,” he stated, slipping his hands into his pockets. A puddle was beginning to form beneath him on the wooden floor and I frowned.

“I needed some time to think… do you want me to find you a change of clothes? You’re gonna get sick.”

He glanced down as if only just now noticing that he was wet. “Shit, sorry. Yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

I brushed past him, heading into my bedroom to find some clothes for him to wear. I was only a few inches taller than him so I was sure they would fit, though I tend to wear my clothes quite baggy because they’re more comfortable that way. I returned to him, pointing toward the bathroom. While he got changed, I grabbed some paper towels and started to clean up the water he had left behind.

I heard his feet on the wooden floor before hearing his voice above me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welco-” My words died when I looked up, cheeks growing warm. He looked adorable in the Deadpool sweater and the cat pajama pants I had given him.

“What?” He frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Does it look bad?”

“No! No…” I breathed out, clearing my throat as I stood up to throw away the paper towels. “You look great.”

Another round of awkward silence settled over us and I hated it. I didn’t know what to say and I hated feeling this way around someone that meant so much to me.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He broke the silence, voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to help.”

“So it was you, then? Jihoon.”

He exhaled sharply when I said his name, taking a step closer.

“You got me transferred to Korea, too. Why?” I slowly turned to face him, meeting his eyes.

“I wanted you to be closer to me.”

I scoffed in disbelief. “You could have just said so. Why all the secrecy?”

His eyes searched mine for a moment. “You really don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Who I am.”

“What are you talking about?” My brow furrowed, arms folded over my chest. “You’re Jihoon, my friend.”

He shook his head. “I’m your friend, yes, but… I’m also an idol.”

“An idol?” My brain tried to process this information but it was struggling.

“I’m part of a group called Seventeen.”

I’ve heard the name before. My co-workers have mentioned them a few times, but I knew nothing about them. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“At first, I was just talking to you as one fan to another. I didn’t want to be known as Woozi the idol, I just wanted to be Jihoon, a fan of The Prince of Tennis.” He shook his head, strands of hair falling against his forehead as they started to dry. “Then we became close and… I really wanted to tell you. I swear I did, I just…”

“Didn’t trust me…” I muttered, lowering my head as sadness settled in my chest.

“Of course, I trust you!” He snapped quickly, a scowl on his face. “I was worried that you would look at me differently. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“Nothing could ever ruin how I feel about you!”

His eyes widened and I realized my mistake.

The tips of my ears burned as I quickly turned my back to him, heart thudding loudly in my chest. I cursed myself for speaking without thinking, a bad habit that I had never been white able to break.

‘Calm down,’ I told myself, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths. ‘I’m sure he thinks I mean our friendship and not -‘

“How do you feel about me?” Jihoon was right behind me, I realized. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, could smell his cologne that had been stifled by the rain. Could he hear my heart racing?

I opened my mouth, prepared to say that he was my best friend, but my brain had other ideas. “I really care about you, Ji.”

“I know,” he replied softly, stepping closer until his chest was resting against my back. His arms wrapped around my body as if to anchor me in place. “How do you see me? Am I just your friend? Am I now just some idol you happened to meet? Or… am I something more?”

“S-Something more?” I stuttered out, voice a whisper. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he scolded softly, clicking his tongue. “If you won’t admit it, then I will. I’m in love with you.”

My body stiffened at the confession and it felt as if my soul had just left my body. I’ve been in love with this man for so long, wishing we could be more than just friends. That’s all it was, though – a dream. It was never meant to become a reality. He was never meant to love me back. No, he deserves so much better than what I can provide him.

“No,” I shook my head, forcing myself to pull away from him.

“No?” There was a twinge in his voice that made my heart ache. “You don’t feel the same way?”

“I… I do, but -“

“Then what’s the problem? What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t deserve you!” I snapped angrily, blinking back the tears that were beginning to form. “All I do is make mistakes, Jihoon! Everything I touch, I mess up. I couldn’t even get a good job without your help and I know they ignored my mistakes just because of you. You were already so amazing, and now you’re a talented idol, too? No. No way. I can’t do this.”

I tried to rush past him but he grabbed my arm, pulling me into his warm embrace. Despite myself, I clutched onto his sweater, burying my face against his neck. He shushed me softly as I cried, switching between running his hand along the length of my back and gently threading his fingers through my short hair.

“Making mistakes is how we grow as people. Every mistake is a lesson learned and shouldn’t be viewed as a bad thing.”

“What if I never learn from them?” I muttered, clutching the sweater tighter. “What if I’m just hopeless?”

He clicked his tongue, pulling back so he could cup my cheeks. “No one is hopeless. So what if you make a bunch of mistakes? You make up for it with how kind and funny you are. You are so much more than your mistakes and I’ll spend the rest of my life drilling that into your head if I have to.”

A laugh passed my lips at the threat, a smile coming to my lips despite trying to hold it back.

Jihoon returned the smile, wiping away my tears. “Mm, that’s much better. I prefer it when you’re smiling.”

I slapped my hand against his chest lightly. “I hate that you can always make me smile no matter how I feel.”

“Guess I’m just meant to be the one making you smile, hm?” He grinned, hand resting on the side of my neck as he rested his forehead against mine. “I accept your mistakes and I love you in spite of them. Can you accept me as both Jihoon your anime friend and Woozi the kpop idol?”

I swallowed nervously, still not feeling as if I deserved him. Even so, I felt a selfishness welling up inside of me. Being with Jihoon made me feel happier than I’ve ever felt before. He was the sun to my moon, the Tezuka to my Atobe. More than anything, he was my sanctuary, the one place I had always felt safe and secure. I told him everything, no matter how embarrassing it was, and he always made me feel as if it were nothing to fret over.

More than anything, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I met his gaze head on, pushing away the doubts and fears that were trying so desperately to sink their claws into me. “I love you, Jihoon, and I’ll always accept you. All of you.”

A grin slid onto his face, eyes twinkling with happiness. He threw his arms around me, holding me tightly in his warm embrace as he pressed a kiss to my temple. Nothing has ever felt more right than this moment and I realized something important.

Jihoon was my home. He always had been and he always would be.

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As requested, I'm tagging my dear lovely cult member @star2fishmeg <3

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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what about “I love you.” “Why are you telling me this on the day I’m getting fucking married?” for the prompt game 👀

Oooooo I got just the thing

Fem bodied reader sorry yall

The ladies in your room all gush over your dress and your make up as you stare at yourself in the mirror. A wide a beautiful smile adorns your face as you take a deep breath. Today you couldn’t be happier. You’re marrying the love of your life despite some uphill battles. You were surprised to get the venue; even your future husband wanted to get married here.

A knock comes to your door and your maid of honor questions the intruder. “It’s a good friend,” the stranger behind the door states and you recognize the voice immediately.

“Let them in,” you happily sigh, “and ladies can we get some privacy?”

Your bridesmaids agree and walk out, your maid of honor proceeding last to keep an eye on the guest. He closes the door behind them and stops on his tracks. You’re the most beautiful bride he’s ever seen.

“You look beautiful.”

You give him a genuine smile, “thanks Diluc. And thank you for letting us have the wedding here.”

Diluc shrugs and steps closer. “He may be my adoptive brother, but I couldn’t deny him this.” He stands behind you in the mirror, the both of you sighing in content as your eyes hold each other in the reflection. The temptation to hold and wrap his arms around you, but he knows better than to ruin a brides dress. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and you’re so tempted to lean back into him.

“D-Diluc…”

“I love you.”

Your eyebrows raise and your jaw drops as you try to hold back tears. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeats, this time more firmly.

“Why are you telling me this on the day I’m getting fucking married? To your brother no less?”

Diluc steps away from you and the mirror and tries to leave. “Diluc don’t leave, you can’t just say that and leave!” Your shoulders drop as you try to relax your face. “I love Kaeya. You had your chance. Please, let me be happy.”

“You can be happier with me.”

Tears threaten to spill but you quickly blink them away. “Diluc, I’m marrying your brother. And there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.

“I love him.”

You give him a kiss on the cheek before ushering him out of your changing room. You take a deep breath as he closes the door, trying to compose yourself before you marry the one he told you to avoid at all costs.

Send me a prompt!

#elle’s musical moots #z 🎯#kaeya alberich x reader #diluc ragnivndr x reader #elle does a game

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thiswasinevitableid · 1 year

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Out of the Maze

First monster march prompt is Minotaur, which took second in the “new monsters” poll

The Labyrinth of Minerva sits on the outskirts of Kepler, in a network of caves carved out, some say, by divine forces centuries ago. It’s a tomb for many, a triumph for few, and a prison for one.

And that one has had enough.

He’s been wandering for two days and he’s out of the string he salvaged from the rags of adventurers who never even made it to him. His last hope is a compass, a gift from a warrior whose only interest was solving the maze.

The opening of the labyrinth is to the north of the center. The warrior had told him this as well. Faintly, he can hear birdsong. The world is out there, he could see it if these walls weren’t in the way.

He rolls his shoulders, shakes out his head, and counts down from three.

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When the rustling begins in the garden, Indrid sets his pen down in annoyance. Hours to see the Oracle ended at dusk, and he’s not about to interrupt his dessert for anything less than the end of the world.

The longer he listens, the more he suspects it’s a beast, not a human, tramping about his garden. Since an animal isn’t going to ask him questions about his future as soon as he shows his face, he goes to his front door and peers out into the darkness.

“Whatever you are, please shoo. I just planted that and I’d hate to get the broom.”

The lumbering shape he assumed was a large deer rises onto two legs, turning in the moonlight to reveal a broad chest, a bulls face, and horns that glint under the silver beams.

“Ah, I mean, take whatever offerings you wish, oh mighty one. I did not mean to disturb you.” He attempts to retreat inside before he finds out the hard way that the Minotaur prefers humans to radishes when the beast holds out a hand.

“Wait. Uh. Are these edible?” He holds up an entire, small pomegranate tree.

“Yes, though some find them rather a production to consume.”

The minotaur looks at the tree, then at the fence as if seeing it for the first time, then back at Indrid, “Fuck, this is a garden, ain’t it?”

“Indeed. Mine, to be exact. But ah, as I said, help yourself.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I was so fuckin hungry when I got out I just followed my nose and kinda ignored everythin’ else.”

Indrid smiles, “I suppose there aren’t many growing things in the labyrinth.”

“You’ve been in it?” The minotaur’s drawl turns wary.

“Nono, merely seen it in visions. Heroes are constantly asking me for advice on quests. And minotaurs are rare in these parts so I assume that’s where you came from.”

“You can see the future? That’s so fuckin cool.” The minotaur looks around, then sets the tree back in the hole.

“It has its benefits.” Indrid smiles sadly, “ but as I suspect you know, positions that are deemed an honor are not always as glamorous as they seem.”

“Got that fuckin right.” The Minotaur mutters.

Indrid looks more closely at the monster in his garden; his right horn is missing it’s tip and the break is fresh. He’s dusty, bruised, and there are patches of dark mush in the shape of cuts all across his body.

“Your exit was rather grueling?”

The minotaur nods.

“Then please, come in and let me tend to you.”

It comes out more flirtatious than he means it to. The minotaur doesn’t notice, and as he passes into the house Indrid spots a gold ring in each nipple.

Exactly how flirtatious can one be with a monster without getting eaten?

Seer homes are built to accommodate all manner of creatures. Seer furniture, on the other hand…

“I can just sit here.” The minotaur settles cross-legged by the fire, adjusting his loincloth as Indrid loads up a plate with items from his pantry. When Indrid joins him, the monster offers a pleased snort and takes it.

“Thanks…”

“Indrid.”

The minotaur repeats his name, rolling it about in his mouth, and adds, “I’m Duck. It’s a nickname. Oh, oh man, what is this stuff?” He holds up a jar of pomegranate preserves. Indrid tells him, mentioning it was a gift from a friend who was often sent on quests but has the good sense to avoid monsters and also he brought Indrid that lovely quilt on the couch there. Then he’s been talking for the better part of an hour and Duck has simply listened and eaten, nodding or furrowing his brow now and then to show he’s following the conversation.

“Apologies, I can ramble at times. You are always welcome to tell me to stop.”

“Don’t mind none. It’s…it’s nice. Hearing another voice like this.” He passes Indrid the empty plate, winces as one of the dark patches falls from his skin. It’s a clump of crushes and dampened herbs, hastily applied over a cut on Duck’s arm.

Indrid fetches bottles and bandages from the bathroom, then boils water while Duck insists that he’s not all that hurt.

“I got a thick hide, and this poultice usually does the trick. Lucky for me, yarrow and starmallow grow all over the damn place, including the cracks in the labyrinth.”

“We ought to clean and bandage them all the same.” Indrid kneels at his side, plucking the rest of the herbs from his chest and left arm. Duck snorts now and then as he cleans the scrapes and scratches, but otherwise keeps still. As he moves to his back, Indrid finds a staggering number of scars, as well as flecks of stone more or less embedded in his shoulders. So close, he can see the fur on his head and legs is a rich, burnished brown, so dark that in the garden he mistook it for black.

“Did you fight your way out?” He picks away the stones, smooths the fur around the base of the chestnut horns to be certain they’re all gone.

“No. I used the old length-of-twine trick, except the fucking stuff ran out before I reached the exit. So I just started knocking down walls until I found the mouth of the cave. When you get dropped in the heart of that place, you get a gift of being real durable and real hard to kill. Decided it was time to use that for somethin other than keeping heroes from making off with my hide.”

“Your what? I thought they were after riches, not, not that.”

“It was about fifty/fifty.”

“I hope you ate them.” Imagining Duck sitting in the lonely darkness, trying to pick stray flowers or sew blankets from rags, being accosted by heroes who saw him as trophy to skin fills Indrid with an unfamiliar anger.

“Killed a few. But never ate ‘em. Always got the bad feeling it’d make me sick if I did.” Duck examines his bandaged arms, “damn, that really is better. Thanks, Indrid.”

“It was an honor. I, ah, I was going to turn in for the night. I’d offer you my bed but your feet would touch the floor when you lay down.”

Large shoulders shrug, “Sleepin’ by the fire suits me fine.”

Indrid brings him a pillow from his bed and two spare blankets (the house gets cold at night no matter what he tries), and sets a pitcher of water nearby as a courtesy. By the time his foot touches the first stair to his room, the formidable beast is no more than a pile of red and black threads, sleeping soundly.

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Duck jolts awake in the early hours of the morning, certain the doors and windows are gone and the walls are about to crush him. As he gulps down air, searching for calm, he pulls the blankets closer and inhales the faint scent of the seer who sat with him all evening. It’s a sweet, floral smell, and as he breathes it in Duck pictures pale hair and red glasses on a narrow, captivating face. Many men stood before him in the labyrinth, men in their prime from rich families. They may as well have been faceless for all that they can compare to Indrid.

Calm enough to stand without shaking, he wanders through the kitchen out into the back garden. It’s more overgrown than the few he can see at distant, neighboring houses, but there’s soft clover to sit on and stare at the sky spreading out above him. He’s here. He’s free. And there are the stars to prove it.

He stays there, counting them and listening to all the new bird songs, until dawn creeps over the far-off mountains. There are still handfuls of glittering constellations visible when soft footsteps pad across the grass and Indrid sits down beside him, black robe wrapped around him like bat wings.

“Getting in a bit of star gazing?”

“Yeah.” Duck idly plucks a stem of clover, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, “I almost forgot how bright they are.”

“How long were you in there?”

“They dropped me in when I was twelve. So if I counted my days right…eighteen years.”

Indrid says nothing, simply looks at him with that same, implacable expression he had when he first stuck his head into the garden.

“Well, now that you are free, what would you like to do?”

Smoke from the town reaches him, carrying the scent of meat and spices.

“Don’t know about you, but I could really go for some breakfast.”

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Ninety percent of the time, Indrid enjoys the isolated location of his home. It spares him the overstimulation of living in tow, it’s conveniently located near a hot spring, and people have a harder time pestering him about his choices. Such as allowing a minotaur to live under his roof for the better part of two weeks.

He knows that, to plenty of them, it wouldn’t matter that Duck is gentler than the first warmth of spring and becomes nervous in tight spaces. Or that Duck is not a burdensome house-guest; he cleans and cooks, even requested a bolt of fabric from town so he could make himself clothes “fit for polite company.”

Duck’s also getting better at not accidentally breaking dishes or furniture, and Indrid is getting better at foreseeing which things can actually accommodate his size and strength. He planned to go into town for some cutlery that Duck could more easily hold when a hero arrived looking for guidance in his quest for the Cloak of the Sun. Indrid offered his prophecies, and is now being reminded of one of the reasons he doesn’t like living so far from everyone.

“How about a little something for luck before I go?” The hero is refusing to stand up and leave the table.

“I am a seer, not an enchanter. If you require a good luck charm, try Heathcliffe.”

“That’s not quite what I meant.” The man leans into his space, grinning, “I hear a seer's kiss brings protection.”

“And I have heard that line many times before. Now please, depart.”

“What if I don’t? Not like there’s anyone around here to come chase me off.”

The light from the garden window disappears and a taurine shadow falls over the table.

“You wanna try that answer again?” Duck glowers.

The hero scrambles up and away from the table, “I, I should be going now. Thank you for your aid and farewell.”

He sprints out the door, hoofbeats announcing his successful departure a moment later. Indrid and Duck look at one another and then burst into laughter.

“Goodness, the look on his face!”

“Being terrifyin’ has its perks. Too bad he didn’t piss himself; I managed to make one guy who turned up in the labyrinth do that in front of his entire party. Served him right, could hear him hurlin’ abuse at his servant from a mile off.” Duck sets a comforting hand on his shoulder, “you okay?”

“Yes, thanks to my heroic guardian.” An idea bursts to the front of his brain, “I have a proposition for you. I could use a guard for instances like this, or when someone gets it into their heads to try and rob me. You could act as security in exchange for a portion of the fees and offerings I collect as seer.”

Duck’s tail flicks shyly, “You’d really want me to stay and do that?”

“Of course. You’re more than qualified, and we live together rather well. And more to the point…I trust you, Duck.” He takes his friends hands, marveling at how they dwarf his own, “do we have a deal?”

Eyes the color of rich, soft loam meet his own, “Hell yeah we do.”

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The plane fits perfectly in his hands and Duck cannot wait to try it on the back of this chair. Indrid surprised him with it yesterday as a celebration of his one month anniversary as his guard.

His woodworking, like his garden, is the by-product of Indrid not needing that much overall protection. The seer is six feet tall and, while willowy, could easily hold his own in a fight if he had too. There’s also the fact that word of Duck’s presence spread beyond Kepler into neighboring towns, so any hero, traveler, or thief knows that the Oracle is well-protected. Duck’s only had to loom in the doorway once or twice; everyone else has been on their best behavior.

With time to fill, he started tending Indrid’s garden; he’d always loved plants and had a knack for figuring out what was ailing a shrub or causing a tree to lose its leaves. He’s even planted a kitchen garden on the advice of Indrid’s friend, Barclay, which means he often returns to the house smelling like thyme and dill.

The woodworking came about because he broke one of the kitchen chairs when moving it out of the way to accommodate a large party of visitors. With the help of some books and the carpenter in town, he’d managed to repair it.

It was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world, and his pursuit of it has resulted in–so far–a bench for the garden, a stool that can take his weight, and the start of a pair of dining room chairs for Indrid and himself.

A tiny, white petal falls on the end of his nose and he snorts out a laugh, brushing it away with a grin. Yesterday evening, he and Indrid had picnicked on the grass. As they talked, the seer made chains of little flowers, twinning them up Duck’s horns and looping them around his neck until he was more maypole than minotaur. This petal must have stayed stuck even after he brushed out his fur.

He’s been reading more human stories about minotaurs, searching for the one that will tell him how his kind can sweep humans off their feet, the one where a minotaur comes to his lover's door with a bouquet and receives kisses in return.

All he’s found are two dozen stories of people being gored and eaten–and then some other people killing the monster that did so–and two in which a minotaur carries off an unsuspecting maiden because he’s horny in multiple senses of the word. Duck will probably have to make up his flirting with Indrid as he goes, which sucks because he’s terrified of scaring him. He’s caught the seer admiring his thighs, arms, and ass dozens of times, but what if Indrid only wants to look and not touch?

Duck’s jarred from this worrying by a crash from the house. He charges up the hill to the back door and barges in on a chaotic scene. Indrid is on one side of the table, glasses slipping off his nose, as a man in armor stands across from him, clearly in the process of chasing him around the table.

“There are four brave men dead because of you!”

“No, there are four men dead because I gave you advice and you did the EXACT OPPOSITE!” Indrid seldom raises his voice, and the alarm in it sets Duck’s fur on end.

“Come here you wretch! You will get a lashing for everyone one of my dead men.”

Duck steps across the threshold, “I’m gonna say this once: get out or I throw your ass into the next town.”

The man looks at him, then back at Indrid, “So the rumors are true. You're in league with the beasts to ensure they have ample food by giving us false prophecies.”

“No! For the last time, you did not listen to me!” Indrid sounds increasingly upset, likes he’s had this fight too many times before, and Duck decides that’s enough.

“That’s it, out you go.”

He registers Indrid shouting “Look out” at the same instant he sees the steel swing towards him. It catches him on his side and he grunts in pain. His chance to defend himself disappears as Indrid grabs a flaming branch from the fire and chases their attacker out the front door, whacking at him while yelling that if he ever sets foot in this house again he will conjure demons from his worst prophecies to rip him apart.

A thunk as the branch returns to the fire, and then Indrid is at his side.

“I’m so, so sorry Duck. Please let me look at it, I can fix the wound-”

“It's just a scratch, 'Drid, barely got under the hide. See?” He moves his hand to reveal the thin line that’s already stopped bleeding.”

Indrid continues staring at the cut, “But...but you got it because of me.”

Duck takes his hands, rubbing his thumbs tenderly along their tops, “I got it because of that asshole who thought you were his fuckin’ punching bag.” He lifts one hand, kissing it comfortingly, “why didn't you call for me when the futures showed what he was gonna do?”

“Because, of any hero who would come to my door, he was the most likely to badly hurt or kill you if I called for your aid. I've survived him before. You might not.”

Duck brings their hands to his chest, “Indrid, you're the first thing in the world I'd be happy to die for.”

The last thing in the world he expects is Indrid Cold surging up on his tiptoes to kiss him. But that’s what he gets, slightly chapped lips pressing against his own, then curling into a smile as he attempts to kiss back.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “I ain’t ever done this before.”

“I promise I am only laughing because the fuzz around your mouth tickles.” Indrid gingerly removes his glasses, setting them on the table, “do you truly want this? We do not have to rush, we do not have to do anything at all, I just couldn’t take one more moment of you not knowing how badly I desire you.”

Duck runs his fingers over pale hair, “I want you so fuckin’ much, ‘Drid. Some nights I fall asleep dreaming about us meeting years ago, so I could’ve had you in my life longer.”

The seer grins coyly, “Why Duck, have you been wishing I was sent into the maze for you?”

He lows, short and embarrassed, then scoops Indrid into his arms and heads for the stairs.

“This impressive show of strength does not answer my question.” Indrid toys with the ring in his left nipple and he grunts, kicking the bedroom door open and off one of its hinges.

“Be lyin’ if I said I never thought about keepin some of the folks who wandered in for myself. Keepin’ some noble’s son on my cock woulda made the days a hell of a lot less lonely.”

“Naughty beast, satisfying his carnal desires with our country's brave youth.” Indrid kisses his cheek.”

“I never did. Never would have either. They woulda hated me, and it woulda been cruel.”

“I know, sweetest one. You are far too noble for such things.”

Duck kisses him again, more confident this time, “Dunno, if you’d turned up it mighta been a different story. But cute little thing like you don't belong in a labyrinth.”

Indrid squirms happily in his arms, then gasps as Duck holds him up against the wall. Long legs wrap as far around him as they can as he presses closer, nosing Indrid’s hair and sighing as slender fingers pet his chest and shoulders. Indrid’s seers robe is short and Duck shoves it up with ease, revealing a cock that’s eager to join the action.

“Aw, it’s kinda cute. Look, my hand fits over the whole thing.” He cups his palm over it, pre-cum slick against the skin, “guess I shouldn’t talk like that huh? Ain’t human’s fault y’all are on the small side.”

“Yes, but please do not stop.”

He kisses a flushed cheek, “You like that kind of talk?”

“ExceeDINGly.” Indrid squeaks as Duck rubs his dick more firmly, “oil, oil is in the bedside table, yes, that one, top drawer, you may need to put me down–oh, oh my, it seems not.” Indrid’s eyes widen as Duck supports him with one arm and retrieves the lube with his free hand.

“I’m strong, darlin. Remember? We ain’t all delicate little things like you.”

“Ohhhhgoodness.” Indrid moans as Duck presses one, slicked finger against his ass.

“You’re awful brave, havin me in your house. You’re so small I could just throw you around and do whatever I wanted to you. Bend you over whenever and wherever I felt like you wouldn’t be able to do a thing but take it.”

“Yes.” Indrid relaxes enough that Duck manages to work a second finger in along with the first.

He drags one of Indrid’s hands down to where his own dick is achingly hard, “You’re takin that tonight. So you just be a sweet little thing and hold on, because it’s gonna take some time to get you ready.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Indrid closes his eyes, biting his lower lip as Duck fingers him open, “tell me what you would have done if I’d been sent to you.”

Duck adjusts his stance so he can nuzzle Indrid’s face as they talk, “I wouldn’t have hurt you, that’s for damn sure. If you’d tried to fight me I would just picked you up and fucked you against the wall until you stopped fussing and learned who was in charge.”

Indrid groans and pushes his ass down, clearly trying for a third finger, which Duck slowly tests and then works in as he continues, “Once I broke you in a little, I’d take you home to heart of that fuckin place. Keep you on my dick as much as I could, even when I slept, so you’d always be loose enough to take me when I wanted.”

The human whines and twists in his arms, desperate little noises spilling from his mouth. Duck bends to kiss him, traces the shape of his mouth, his jaw, his cheekbones as opens him enough for a fourth finger. It isn’t very long before Indrid is bucking in his arms, nails digging into his shoulders as he pulls back with a gasp.

“I, I’m close, dearest, please-”

“Good” Duck grunts, “that’ll loosen you enough to take my dick. And even if it doesn’t, I’m sick of waiting.”

His empty threat does the trick, Indrid cumming on Duck’s chest and belly with a delighted cry. Duck sets him on his feet long enough to rip off his own wrap and dump half the bottle onto his dick. Then hoists him up again, holding his ass open as he presses inside.

Indrid’s hands scrabble and whack against him aimlessly, his moans making it clear they’re a sign of him losing control and nothing more. Duck sinks in until his balls bump against a cute ass, and he kisses Indrid with a groan.

“You’re so fuckin tight. Little thing like you wasn’t made for rough stuff, were you?”

Indrid’s reply is a messy kiss to his neck and a shake of his head.”

“Too bad.” He pulls halfway out and slams back in, Indrid yelping as he thrusts in earnest. After a minute the cries become so loud and broken that he slows, afraid he’s gone too far.

“No, nono please do not stop, please, it’s so good, my beast, my perfect one.” Indrid paws at his face with pleading eyes.

“If you insist.”

“AHahhhhhnnnn.” Indrid throws back his head as Duck fucks him with abandon, grunting loud and low as Indrid bounces in his arms. Then there’s a gasp, Indrid looking down with widening eyes. Duck follows his gaze to the human’s stomach and the faint outline of his own cock.

“That is the single most arousing thing I have ever seen.” Indrid whispers.

“Yeah.” Duck moves his hips gently, transfixed by seeing himself within the most precious thing in the world.

“I wonder what happens if I…” Indrid bears down on his cock and presses on stomach at the same time. Duck cums with a surprised moan, staying as deep in the human as he can as it races through him.

He gingerly pulls out, knowing they both need to lay down before they collapse. He lays down on the bed, resting Indrid on his chest.

Then the bedframe cracks and they drop to the ground with a thud. A muffled giggle against his chest, and then Indrid is looking at him the way heroes used to look at the treasures he guarded.

“Until you make us a new bed, I’m sleeping on you.”

Duck kisses his forehead, “Deal.”

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