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doctorho · 2 years

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If you knew what the bluebirds sing (part 13)

Royal! Viktor x gender neutral reader, 1.4k words, no warnings

Hi guys <3 here's your weekly dose of the tired sad boi. this is a shorter chapter, i'm dealing with a lot of life right now, but here ya go. some Feelings for this fine sunday evening.

Tags: @aggressa @obsessive-sapphic @shadow-pancake9 @agatemermaid @scorpio-echo @kalisbury @viktoryscreech @ivetoldamillionlies @twilightdollie @cassandras-musings @kaimerra

For a moment, you just let the silence settle around you, melting into the darkness.

“Then what would need to change here for you to be happy?” You ask, trying to keep your voice soft, feeling like saying anything too sharp might burst this little bubble you were submerged in. Like anything too loud might rip apart this gentle fragile peace that had gathered around you.

You can hear him take a deep, slightly-shaky breath, and the covers move with it. There’s something incredibly raw about this kind of closeness, you think, and waiting for him to answer made you feel like he could see right under your skin and straight into your soul.

It’s the darkness, you figure–in the dark, especially in secret stolen hours of the night, like this, it was a lot easier to be honest. When the rest of the world was asleep, and neither of you had to do anything but exist, any way you wanted.

"I don't know," He whispers, the words quiet but clear. Simple. He takes a deep breath again, and when he exhales, you can feel it brush against your skin. "But I think that this is a pretty good start."

In the darkness, every word feels like it fills the whole room, melting against your skin, settling into the warm space between your bodies.

His closeness makes your skin tingle.

He wasn’t touching you, but it wouldn’t take much to change that.

You can feel every heavy beat of your heart echo inside your body, and with every passing second staying still feels like standing on the edge of something.

Exciting, and wonderful, and terrifying.

You stay still, anything else feeling too big to handle.

So you settle for just watching him, trying to make out his features in the darkness.

“That’s good.” You answer, voice quiet and light as air.

You can barely see him close his eyes in the dim light, and he sighs quietly.

The silence hangs in the air for a moment before he answers.

“It is.” He agrees, "I do not know how I managed to get here, but I'm thankful that you–" He starts, then pauses, hesitating. "I'm sorry. I've never done this before."

Shared a bed? You almost ask, Made a…friend? Been this close to someone?

You don't say anything. Instead, you just furrow your brows and wait, let him puzzle out whatever it was he wanted to say.

“Thank you for putting up with me.” He finally says, “I know I’m not the…easiest person to be around.”

“No-one’s easy.” You argue, “Everyone’s got problems. Yours are just…of the shiny variety.”

“Shiny.” He repeats, sounding surprised, almost amused.

“Yeah. You know. Crown jewels and such.”

He laughs, breathy and quiet and real. In the process, he curls a little closer to you, close enough that you could feel his body heat. It seems to make the whole room warmer, somehow, surrounding you like the warmth radiating from a hearth in winter.

You smile in response without even thinking about it.

“If you say so.” He says quietly. And then, he sighs again. “But in all honesty, I am…thankful for you. Having you in my life has made it a lot more…lively.”

“Being in your life has definitely been the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since I started working here.” You answer, honestly.

He hums quietly. “Glad to be of service.” He answers, in that tone of voice that was just on the verge of joking. “You think I’m exciting?”

“Yes,” You answer, “I’m pretty sure that me being here is some level of illegal. I would say that counts as exciting.”

Not to mention that he was powerful, and handsome, and out of reach, basically by-the-book exciting–

He hums again, thoughtfully. “I thought I was supposed to be making the laws around here.” He notes, voice light and quiet.

“Oh, so if we were caught like this right now, I wouldn’t be fired?” You joke, and he just sighs, in response. And then cold sharp reality seems to bleed back to your surroundings, reminding you of the world outside this warm four-poster bed.

It was one of those things that you were trying not to think too hard about, but you weren’t stupid. The King being caught in the same bed with a servant would be a scandal, if nothing else. Even if you were just sleeping, it wouldn’t look good.

You weren’t too familiar with how those kinds of arrangements worked, but you were pretty sure there was some predetermined blue-blooded high-born royal out there somewhere that was meant to marry him some day. It seemed on par with the rest of his life, not having a say about things like that. And even if he was a fan of breaking the rules set for him, you knew that whatever it was that you two were doing, it was improper, and getting caught would be bad for you both.

“I am…working on that.” He says, now more serious, his voice heavy.

“Relax.” You tell him, trying to keep your voice gentle, “I didn’t mean that that’s a problem. Or, I guess it is a problem, but I’m not expecting you to fix that. I know that it’s not exactly acceptable of you to invite servants to sleep up here. I am well aware of how this would look.”

He sighs, again, tired and heavy.

“I know what I’m getting into.” You add, “And I’m not above doing crimes. As long as they’re, you know, fun and harmless, possibly involving a very comfortable bed. You were right about that, by the way. It is very comfortable.”

That seems to get him to relax a little, and he shifts slightly next to you. “If you’re sure.” He says, voice quiet, “And–I know I said you could stay as long as you like, but realistically speaking, someone will barge in here first thing in the morning, telling me to get dressed and get to breakfast and to some meeting or another.” He exhales deeply, “So…it would make sense for you to sneak back out before sunrise. Sorry.”

He says the last bit like it physically pains him. Like he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

“So we have until morning, then?”

“Yes. Until morning.”

You smile a little, and relax into the silky-feeling sheets. “That’s good enough for me.”

It wasn’t, not really–of course you wanted more than a few short hours and the ever-pressing anxiety of having to hide. But it’s not like you could tell him that, and it’s not like there was anything more than that on the table here anyway.

And you would take what you could get, even if it was a few stolen hours in a make-believe bubble of borrowed peace.

He is silent for a long moment. Long enough for you to close your eyes, and settle into a hazy almost-sleep, surrounded by the steady sound of his breathing and the heavy beat of your heart.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you more.” He says, the words so quiet they’re barely there.

Honestly, you’re not even sure if it’s real. If you imagined it or not. It feels like something your mind could have easily cooked up, in a delirious half-conscious state, feeding off of his closeness and the hollow loneliness that had taken root in your chest some time ago.

You don’t answer. You don’t know what you would even say, and you can’t quite bring yourself to pull yourself back into the moment fully, so you just drift deeper into the darkness of sleep.

And in your barely-awake state, without really thinking it through, you find his hand into your own. It’s resting between your bodies, on the pillows, and it’s a simple movement, just gently lacing your fingers over his. But it feels like a lot more than it actually is, and your heart hangs onto that feeling like it’s an anchor, even if it makes you feel a little bit guilty. You’re pretty sure you shouldn't focus that much on the way his hand felt on yours, but in your tired state, you can’t quite bring yourself to care.

And he doesn’t move away, and you’re too tired to dwell on it, so you just fall asleep like that; warm and safe and feeling like he was holding your heart instead of your hand.

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. faceless

. knows how to code

. artist

. streams them drawing video game characters

. minor

. makes indie / horror games

form: headcanons

genre: platonic, fluff(??)

warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

quackity

okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)

he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics

he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D

would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!

"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"

"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j

"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"

"NO WAIT WAIT"

"so what do you think?"

also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!

would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!

if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard

if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!

you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you

might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him

like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there

when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get

at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference

then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos

overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)

tommy

he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams

"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"

if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say

the just like being surprised :)

as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!

he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!

tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games

so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk

so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;

if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream

"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"

fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((

also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it

like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)

dream

COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝

and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it

"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"

fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)

offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player

power duo fr fr o/

people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???

you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!

fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,

you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in

AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????

wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)

would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him

you're also in his streams when you can :)

also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat

one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀

being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well

nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game

like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭

also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)

and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)

would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing

"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"

ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/

would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try

maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭

dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos

ranboo

first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??

also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲

its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added

and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)

he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again

he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!

will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"

will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well

as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!

doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people

but will join an art stream if you ask

will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?

"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"

yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)

if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^

will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should

also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you

overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh

niki

I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to

she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;

honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')

and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat

also compliments, tons of compliments!

might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,

if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!

I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?

she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!

yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you

there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos

would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff

assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !

I can't decide if she would play your games or not

bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand

but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,

so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!

jack manifold

genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!

can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up

everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it

will play the games you've made as soon as he can

if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)

people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker

difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!

listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them

like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)

you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"

he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos

and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D

and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)

and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it

if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can

"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)

another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point

taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur

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apocalypseornaw · 2 years

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Walk Back to Me- 2/3

Time for a birth.

Sam stood in his room staring at the open bag that was on his bed. It was drawing closer to your due date and considering you'd ended up having contractions at the baby shower the plan was for him and Dean to go stay at one of Bobby's cabins that was about five miles from Alicia and Max's. He wanted to be close enough if you needed him but also didn't want to crowd you either.

"Sammy, you good?" Dean asked, walking into the room behind him. He glanced over his shoulder before nodding "Yeah, I mean the babyshower went great. Me and Y/N talk every day. I think we're doing good" "but?"

Sam sighed "But the fact remains what happens once Davina is here? The way Y/N felt like she had to leave, to hide her pregnancy...the way she still doesn't trust me one hundred percent...am I gonna be a good father Dean? All I want is to be there for Y/N and Davina. I want to be a good father. I want to prove that I can be a good boyfriend, maybe one day even a good husband if Y/N would ever want to marry me now.I want my girls to know there is nothing I wouldn't do for them, that there's nothing more important to me"

He turned back to look at the bag and felt Dean's hand on his shoulder before he said "You're already proving you're gonna be a good dad because you're worried about if you will be. As for Y/N she loves you man, she sees that you're trying. She's finding her way back to you just be patient and hold the light steady so she can find her way"

Sam couldn't help but a small laugh to escape his lips at Dean's words "What happened to no chick flick moments?" Dean shrugged "For my niece? Anything is possible"

You were sitting on the couch watching in amusement as Max and Erik argued with the contestants on the baking show they'd ran across while flipping channels. "Neither of you even bakes!" You laughed but Erik shrugged one shoulder "I know for a fact that I can at least measure ingredients out correctly so I'm better off than that lady"

"Well you got me there" You replied running a hand over your stomach when Davina decided to throw her opinion in with a rather hard kick to your kidney. Erik grinned when he noticed the movement "See even Dee agrees with me" you rolled your eyes and was about to say something back when a knock at the door drew your attention. You cut your eyes at Max "Honey it's your house and you can get up a lot easier"

"Yeah yeah yeah" he grumbled playfully. He disappeared around the corner while you and Erik continued to critique the cakes on the television. You heard Sam's voice and felt a smile pull at your lips. "Glad to see things are going good" Erik commented, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

About that time Max, Dean and Sam came into the room so Erik quickly whispered "You smiled hearing his voice. You two are finding your way back"

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You turned your attention from him to Sam and Dean. Leaning up for Dean to press a kiss to your forehead as he hugged you and ran a hand over your stomach "How ya feeling sweetheart?" You smiled "I'm good Dean. Getting ready for little miss to arrive"

You turned to look at Sam who seemed unsure on how to greet you still so you grabbed his hand "Come sit down next to me. She's being really active and I know you like feeling her move around" he sat down next to you and after you squirmed around to get comfortable leaning against his chest he finally draped one arm around your shoulders leaving his hand spread across your stomach.

You could feel his fingers twitch every time Davina moved and couldn't help the smile that would slip onto your face. You had never dreamed of having kids. It wasn't that you were against it, it's just the idea of kids with your life? It was laughable. Not to mention before Sam you'd never really fallen for anyone. With everything that had happened between the two of you, doing something as mundane as watching TV together with your friends and family felt like a monumental step.

You felt safe and warm against him. Before long you could feel sleep pulling at your mind and no matter how hard you tried it pulled you under.

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"Sammy" Dean whispered, nodding towards where you were fast asleep against Sam's chest. The smile on his little brother's face told him he already knew you were asleep. "She was up and down a lot last night. That's why me and Erik are here. Alicia didn't wanna leave her alone just in case" Max clarified letting a soft smile slip onto his face as well at seeing you look at peace even for a moment.

"I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon. She'll have to tell me to leave" Sam replied and Max nodded "Something tells me even if she tells you to leave that you still won't go too far"

You couldn't get comfortable no matter how hard you tried. You were supposed to go to the hospital in two days if Davina didn't decide before then.

Finally it was around two in the morning when you got up. You stared at your phone before deciding to call Sam. He answered on the second ring "Hey baby, is everything ok?" You grimaced at the worry in his voice suddenly feeling very self conscious at what you'd called him to ask. "Yeah I um. Nevermind Sam, you were asleep I shouldn't have woke you up"

"Hey hey hey!" He said quickly stopping you from hanging up. "Yeah?" You asked in a small voice. "Don't do that. Don't need something from me and then not ask. Whatever it is, just tell me baby" you laughed lightly "Can you come sleep in the bed with me? I know it's crazy and I know it's a lot to ask" before you even got the question out good you heard him waking Dean who mumbled a "Go take care of Y/N"

"I'll be there in a few" you smiled before saying "Thank you" when he replied "I'll always be there for anything you need" you couldn't help but feel your heart flip.

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Before long you heard Erik letting Sam in before the sound of his boots on the hallway floor hit your ears. He knocked softly on the door so you called out "Come in"

When he walked in he was wearing sweats and a t-shirt which you knew was his usual sleep wear. From the looks of it he'd barely run a hand through his hair before coming over. You felt a smile slip onto your face "I didn't wake Erik up did I?" He asked and you shook your head "No him and Max just got in a little while ago"

He shut the door behind himself then glanced around almost nervously "Can I take my boots off here?" You nodded motioning to where your own shoes were. He slipped them off then walked over to the bed. You moved the blanket so he could get under it.

"C'mere" he pulled you against his chest moving around to give your stomach enough room between the two of you. Once you were comfortable against him you cut your eyes up "Thank you for coming. I know it's silly but I've been sleeping better when you're around" he smiled "I'm glad you sleep better with me here, I'd drive a thousand miles for a chance to hold you while you sleep. Let's get some rest darling. I'll be right here by your side"

You fell asleep within minutes feeling his fingertips trace patterns on your back.

"Did you get my bag?" You asked for the hundredth time. Sam laughed from where he stood next to the hospital bed. "I got your bag, I got Davina's bag. I'm fairly certain Max and Dean are camping in the waiting room and they're sitting on ready to call everyone else"

You nodded "Good..thank you" he smiled "I don't want you worrying about anything" you reached a hand out for his so he intertwined your fingers "I couldn't imagine doing this without you here. I know Alicia won't leave my side but I'm happy you're here to see our baby girl be born"

"There is nowhere I'd rather be" he replied and about that time Alicia came walking in and smiled when she saw you and Sam holding hands "Well Sam my brother and your brother have taken claim to the Eastern corner of the waiting room. They have announced they're not leaving until they see their niece" you laughed "Why am I not surprised. At least Erik had to work" She cut her eyes at you "He'll be off by three"

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"One more push Y/N" Vivian encouraged. You nodded as she looked past you to Sam who was sitting with you on the edge of the bed supporting most of your weight against himself so you could be in a position where gravity was helping your body do the work "You got her daddy?" He nodded "Of course"

You gripped Sam's arms tightly as Alicia rubbed your shoulders "C'mon baby. You got this. You're so damn strong. One more push and we get to see our baby girl" Sam whispered in your ear. You felt pressure equivalent to a truck running across your lower abdomen right before a shrill cry filled the room.

Vivian handed the small form off to a nurse who took quick vitals and wrapped her in a tiny pink blanket before walking back over to the bed "Congratulations Y/N, Sam. She's a perfectly healthy baby girl" Vivian took her gently from the nurse to place her in your arms.

You leaned heavily back against Sam so he could see her face. She was beautiful. When one eye cracked open you laughed tiredly "Oh God she's got green eyes. As if Dean wasn't bad enough as is" Sam and Alicia joined in on the laughter.

After a moment Alicia left to tell Dean and Max Davina was here so you looked back at Sam "Look what we did" he kissed your forehead "You are the most amazing woman I have ever met" you smiled before leaving a light kiss on his lips "I love you Sam" his eyes widened slightly before a beautiful smile spread across his face "I love you too Y/N" then he leaned over to kiss Davina on the head "and daddy loves you"

Part Three

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction

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fandom-imagines · 3 years

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Little Miss Favourite

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Teacher!Snape X Legal!Granger!Reader

Warnings: Teacher x student relationship x)

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It would be a lie to say that the Granger sisters weren’t incredibly smart, anyone could see it. Whilst Hermione, the younger sibling, was exceptionally talented with spells, Y/N was talented in the art of potion making; not that she wasn’t talented at other things also.

Due to her consistently high scores in potions, Y/N had caught the attention of her favourite teacher: Severus Snape, despite his annoyance towards the younger Granger. Whilst he found Hermione insufferable, Y/N was more than tolerable in his honest opinion; not that he would ever admit that to anyone, maybe not even himself.

Perhaps it was her confident personality, her boldness or her smarts, Severus would never know. Of course, it wasn’t only him that had his attention focused on her, many people did. Those people included Hermione’s friends. Y/N knew this, how could she not? The way Harry did his best to show off whilst Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron got all embarrassed, it was obvious; at least to her. Even though her personalist screamed confident, she wasn’t mean like other people at Hogwarts, not often at least.

“Morning Professor,” her words were sweet as she greeted the dark-haired man, early as always.

“Good morning, Miss Granger,” Snapes tone was kinder than usual, but without it being clear. To anyone else, it would seem normal.

“Got a date for the Yule Ball yet, sir?” Whilst her question was genuine and not flirtatious, Severus couldn’t help but wish it was.

“Why would I bother with something as childish as having a date?”

“I shall take that as a no,”

He could hear the stool she usually seated at drag out from beneath the desk before she seated herself on top of it.

“What about you Miss Granger?” Y/N, who had forgotten what she had previously asked him, was confused at his question. “Surely someone like you must have a date,”

A sight blush ran up her cheeks at his words, eyes wide.

“No sir,” she giggled. “Not interested in anyone that’s asked me.”

Her words caught his attention, eyes glancing towards her for a split second before returning to the work he was marking. It was Harry Potters; he could almost roll his eyes.

“Why is that?”

“Immature men that feel like I should go with them because they’re popular? No thank you, give me a mature and unentitled man any day,”

For the second time in five minutes her words caught his attention, suddenly distracted by what she had said rather than being distracted by Potter’s work.

“I see,”

It wasn’t long until the rest of her class began to pile into the dungeon, taking their usual seats as Fred and George came to sit beside her at their typical desk.

“Morning, Y/N/N,” the greeted in perfect synergy, almost as though it had been rehearsed but she knew better than to expect that and simply laughed.

“We heard something,” Fred began.

“Potter is wanting to ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball.” George finished, the twins laughing at Y/N’s shocked face.

“Please say you’re joking,” she pleaded, desperately hoping that it wasn’t true. “He’s so much younger than me!”

“Oh and Hermione is going with Krum,”

“This day just gets worse and worse,”

“Weasleys, detention.” A harsh voice interrupted their conversation as to be expected.

“But sir!” They groaned, once again in unison. “She was talking too!”

“Not as much as you two.”

The great hall was quiet, everyone there working on their essays, everyone being the fourth years. Fortunately for her, Y/N was allowed to sit and work alongside the younger students having been given permission by Professor Snape himself.

“Hey Y/N,” Harry’s quiet voice pulled her attention away from the parchment in front of her. “I was just wondering-“ His words were soon cut off by a hand shoving his head into his own parchment.

“Silence,”

“Yes, Professor Snape.”

An amused smirk covered Y/N’s lips as she turned her own attention back to the work in front of her that was soon to be finished.

“Later guys,” she shot the trio one last smile as she walked towards Snape, handing him her essay with a small smile, one he almost wished to return.

“I’m sure this will be as excellent as always, Granger.”

“I sure hope so, sir.”

With one final nod, Severus dismissed her.

Music blasted throughout the hall as the Tri-wizard champions begun to dance with their partners. Y/N and her own date, who ended up being George due to both forgetting about the dance until the night before, stood laughing at Ron’s dress robes.

“He looks like our great aunt,” George chuckled, his words making Y/N snort in amusement.

“Poor kid. He looks so embarrassed,” she giggled.

“Well, looks like its our turn to dance. Care to join me, Granger?” George grinned, offering him her hand which she gladly took.

“After you, but can you even dance?”

“Nope,”

“Good, me neither.”

Their dance was horrendous, and they were both glad when the music ended, the pair running off the dance floor in laughter, hands still together.

“That was- “George began, only to have his sentence finished by his dance partner.

“Dreadful?”

“Yeah,”

Their fit of laughter was cut short by another voice joining the conversation. “Nice dancing guys!”

“Shut up, Fred!” This time it was Y/N and George’s turn to speak in unison, something that triggered a smirk to grow on Fred’s lips.

“Alright, alright, calm down you two,”

“I almost feel bad for him,” Fred chuckled, catching George and Y/N’s attention as they followed his gaze.

“I would but he gave us detention and not her, talk about favouritism!”

An idea popped into Y/N’s head, as she removed herself from the twins’ arms.

“Where are you going, Y/N/N?” Fred asked. “Wait are you-“

“I feel bad for him, okay!”

The twins burst into laughter as they realised her plan.

“I bet you my entire allowance that she can’t get him to dance,” Fred whispered as they watched Y/N walking towards Snape.

“You’re on,”

“Evening, Professor,” Y/N greeted, desperately trying her best to not show her nervousness.

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” He returned her greeting, turning his attention fully to her. “Shouldn’t you be with your date?”

“George? No, we both forgot we needed dates, so we went together. He’ll cope on his own,” The girl giggled, glancing back at said man to see both twins smirking at her. “You look lonely, want to dance?”

“Do I look like the sort of person to dance?”

“Do I?” She joked, enjoying the small smirk that pulled up at his lips. “It’ll be one dance and then I’ll let you go back to enjoying your own company. It’s a teacher and student dance anyway!”

“No way…” Fred gasped, watching as Snape and Y/N headed to the dancefloor.

“I knew she could do it! You now owe me your entire allowance,”

“Shit,”

“See it wasn’t too bad, was it, Professor?” Y/N giggled, aware of the fact that everyone had been staring at her dancing with Snape.

“You stepped on my foot at least three times,”

“I said I don’t dance!”

She celebrated a silent victory as Snape shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“This is true,”

“Welp, I’ll leave you to enjoy your own company again!” The older Granger grinned, giving him one final nod as she headed by to the twins who were still in shock.

“Shut your mouth, Fred. You’ll catch flies,” Y/N smirked, placing her hand on Fred’s chin to shut up mouth that had been open since she managed to convince Snape to dance.

“Did you bewitch him or something?! How on earth did you manage to get him to dance?” George asked in shock.

“Night guys, thanks for the fun time.” She winked, downing the rest of her drink that she had left before leaving the hall to head to bed.

“Miss Granger, you’re late,” Snapes’ words ran throughout the dungeon.

It was strange, how he knew it was her before he had even turned around to face her.

“Sorry Professor, I had a detention.”

“Well now you have another, stay after class.”

“Good luck, Snapes detentions are horrible,” George chuckled, giving Y/N a reassuring pat on the back.

“Yeah, we would know, Miss Favourite,” Fred chimed in with his typical teasing tone.

“Thanks, that makes me feel better. I’ll see you guys later,”

“Good luck.”

The second everyone had left the classroom, Snapes attention was on her.

“So why did you get a detention?” His words were questioning, not malicious. It was almost as though he was genuinely curious.

“I got in a duel,” Y/N shook her head with a slight laugh. “Malfoy was being, well Malfoy. So, yeah.”

A grin covered her lips as Snape shook his head in slight amusement; it was cute in a way.

“Next time don’t get caught, it makes my classes a lot easier,”

“Got ya, Professor,”

“Good, you may leave,”

“That was quick, did he have to leave?” Fred, who had been waiting outside for about two minutes, asked.

“Little miss favourite,” were her only words as she shot Fred a wink, just like she had done at the ball a few weeks ago.

“I swear he has a crush on you or something,”

“Yeah, imagine. Professor Severus Snape developing a crush on a student, nice one George. Why are you two even here?”

The twins, who had been caught red-handed, shared an amused look, quickly rushing into action by grasping Y/N’s arms, tugging her along.

“We need someone to test our latest concoction!” They spoke in unison.

“No, no way! Merlin knows what you’ve put in that!”

“Either you help us, or we’ll tell everyone about your little crush on the potions professor,”

“Fine.”

“Fred and George Weasley, you come here this instance!” Y/N’s voice shrieked, her words echoing throughout the entire Gryffindor common room.

“Run!” Was all she heard, followed by laughter and footsteps leaving through the portrait.

Y/N rushed after them, hell bent on causing as much annoyance to them as they had to her.

“I will kill you!”

“That’s not very nice now, is it? You love us really,” George teased her once more before darting away.

“George Weasley I am faster than you and you know it!”

It wasn’t a lie, Y/N had been, and always will be, faster than him. No matter how many pranks they had to run away from, the twins would never be able to outrun her.

“What have you done to my hair?!” Y/N demanded to know the second she caught both boys by the collar of their robes. “Please say this comes out, I don’t want my hair to be yellow and green forever, I hate it!”

“Well you see, Y/N/N,” Fred chuckled with a hint of nervousness. “We don’t know, you’re our first consumer!”

“Fred, I am begging you, I look like a lollipop.”

“I’m sure you taste as sweet as one too, Y/N,” a Slytherin by-passer commented, clearly having heard the entire conversation.

“Shut th-“

“Detention and ten points from Slytherin,”

Fred, George and Y/N shared a terrified look as Professor Snape stood behind the trio.

“Trying a new style are we, Granger? It is quite bold,” despite the blunt words, there was an almost undetectable teasing tone laced in his words.

“Not willingly, Professor,”

“Then why did you do it?”

“They blackmailed me!”

“With what?”

The twins smirked at each other, as though they were sent on a mission to ruin her day.

“She has a crush, Professor,” George smirked at the, now multi-coloured haired, girl.

“George Weasley!” In a swift movement, Y/N rushed towards the ginger, only to be stopped by a hand holding her robe. “Professor let me go!”

“Isn’t she cute, Fred?”

“Adorable, George,”

“I hate you both.” Y/N, who had accepted her fate of being held my Snape (which didn’t seem too bad in all honesty), sighed.

“You love us really,”

“You wish, Fredrick.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“If you three have quite finished,” Snape interrupted their quarrel. “I think I know how to remove that colour from your hair, Miss Granger. Follow me.” There was no room for debate as the potions master turned and rushed towards his classroom.

“I’ll kill you,” Y/N mouthed before rushing after him.

“Sit,” Snape said, lightly kicking a stool out towards Y/N before walking towards a cupboard that, she assumed, had potions or at least ingredients for them.

“Are you sure this will work, Professor? I really don’t want anyone else to see me like this,”

“You mean you don’t want your crush to see you like this?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

“He already has,” her words were a mere murmur, but it was one Severus had heard.

“The Slytherin?” Snape asked whilst he grabbed a weird looking liquid. “Here drink.”

“Merlin, no. I don’t even know who that was. This tastes disgusting,”

“Do you want the colour gone or not?”

“Sorry,”

Snape let out a small sigh, his arms crossing by habit.

“Potter, perhaps?”

“Are we playing guess the crush or something?”

“Well, we have time. This needs a second dose in around thirty minutes,”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.

“It’s probably not a good idea to play this game with me,” she joked. “I’m quite competitive,”

“You would have done well in Slytherin,”

“I doubt it,”

“Under me you would have done brilliantly. You are doing brilliantly already.”

A bright red blush ran up Y/N’s cheeks at his use of words.

“You should be careful what you say, Professor. Someone might interpret your words wrong,”

“That someone being you?”

“Perhaps,”

“I see.”

An awkward silence filled the air, something that was uncommon between the pair.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit straight-forward,”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Sorry,”

“Don’t be,”

Whilst his reply was short, the words caught her attention, her head spinning to face him.

“Don’t be?”

“I said what I said.” Came his simple response.

“I don’t understand,”

“Maybe little miss favourite should do some thinking,”

“Oh…” She whispered. “Oh! Here I am thinking I’m just a teacher’s pet,”

He smiled slightly. “Not quite, Miss Granger,”

Footsteps echoed throughout the dungeon as he walked towards Y/N, his fingers lightly pushing against her chin to bring her to face him, her cheeks as red as flames.

“So, I’m your little miss favourite?”

“Clearly,”

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nuclear-scone · 3 years

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MAMMON HEAD CANONS

Mammon knows multiply languages.

It first started off as a means to be able to scam or con people out of their money but he eventually learned to really like learning new languages.

Also considering he’s a demon, he’s most likely had a ton of time on his hands to learn and grow fluent in the languages he’s learned.

Mammon wouldn’t have gone around showing off to people since it’s probably a secret hobby he keeps to himself.

He also might just sort of feel a teeny bit scared and self-conscious that his brothers will make fun of or ridicule him for learning them in the first place.

(Considering that there likely aren’t multi languages in the Devildom and the Celestial realm, there really shouldn’t be any need to learn them. Also, I like to think that any language spoken in either of the two realms is automatically translated because of magic.)

HOW THEY FOUND OUT

In this scenario, the demon brothers likely had some businesses to take care of per the exchange student program. They also likely forgot that unlike the Devildom, there isn’t just one language in the human realm and that there isn’t any magic in place to translate for them.

I=other language

Lucifer: Alright, I’ll be doing all the talking from here on out. Which means keep your mouths shut, especially you, Mammon.

Mammon: Wha-! I ain’t said nothin’ yet!

Lucifer: I know and keep it that way until we’re done.

Leviathan: lololololo! Mammon didn’t even have to do anything and he already got yelled at!

Asmo: Hehehe~ looks like you’re already in trouble, Mammon, I’d watch what I say if I were you!

Satan: Not surprising considering all the other stupid stuff he’s done.

Belphie: Idiot Mammon… mmm…

Beel: Lucifer, can we get going yet? I’m really hungry…

Lucifer: Right then, the new exchange student should be meeting us here in a few minutes.

*few minutes later

Asmo: is that them? They’re so cute! Of course not as cute as me!

Lucifer: Again, please keep your mouths shut, I have enough with Mammon being here.

Mammon: Hey-!

Lucifer: Quiet unless you want me to hang you up all night again!

Mammon: ….

Lucifer: Good. Hello there, I’m Lucifer and these are my brothers. I’ll be the one conducting the interview for the exchange student program, and your name is?

E/S: *random name* it’s nice to meet you! Though I am curious if you happen to know *some foreign language* since it might be easier for the both of us!

Demon bros: *shocked silence*

Lucifer: I’m sorry, could you repeat that again?

E/S: *repeats it*

Leviathan: what do we do now! We can’t understand a word that they’re saying! This is just like an episode of ‘I reincarnated into another fantasy world, but it’s actually only the future of my world and I’m the only one who knows how to speak old tongue!’ Where the main character as he grows older-

Lucifer: Levi, that’s enough! I’ll figure it out one way or another.

Satan: And how exact do you plan on doing that?

Belphie: Yeah, let’s see how the big and prideful Lucifer manages to solve this.

Asmo: Oh you don’t need to be able to speak the same language to understand each other! Having two warm bodies is more than enough to help get a message across~

Lucifer: Asmo! You stay away from them! If I see you make any funny movements-

Beel: Lucifer, I’m hungry…

*Demon bros arguing with each other*

E/S: *laughs loudly* really? Well, that’s more than enough to convince me! Alright, where do I finish signing up for the exchange program?

Mammon: Right here! Also, if ya really liked my services that much, I’d be willing ta throw in a little extra. Of course for the right compensation?

E/S: *laughs again* ahhh… that was a good laugh! So glad that there was at least someone I could talk to here. I thought I’d have to translate everything on my phone, thank goodness I didn’t. By the way, how’d you get so good at *some foreign language*?

Mammon: Eh, I got lots of free time, not that I’m never busy of course! Plus, just thought it was kind of cool to learn!

E/S: Well I’m glad you think so. Anyway I’ll start heading out now, thanks again for all the help. Hopefully I’ll see you again the starting school year, later!

Mammon: See ya! *sighs* Gah! What’re y’all lookin’ at?

*Demon bros staring in shock*

Asmo: You never told us you could speak *language*!

Satan: Yes, it was quite a shock.

Leviathan: Yeah! You’d usually brag about this kind of stuff!

Beel & belphie: Mmhmm!

Lucifer: I must admit Mammon, even I myself am quite surprised. Why didn’t you ever tell us you could speak other languages?

Mammon: *looks away and rubs his neck* I dunno. Felt embarrassing tellin’ you guys, plus I thought you’d make fun of me since we don’ really need ta worry about it in the Devildom.

Lucifer: Mammon, why would you think we’d ever make fun of you for something like that?

Leviathan: Yeah, as much of a scum bag that you are, that was pretty cool!

Satan: It was quite impressive hearing you speak so fluently.

Asmo: Even I’m jealous! Me! The most beautiful and perfect existence in the world!

Belphie: It was pretty cool

Beel: mm!

Mammon: *blushes* A-anyway! It’s all over an done with so let’s head on back now, yeah? *stomps off*

*Demon bros shrug, smile or laugh or whatever they do, before following after him*

That’s basically it. Just felt like writing it before it flew away from me.

#obey me #obey me! shall we date?#demon brothers #obey me headcanons #obey me characters #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie

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Coal Fires and Snowstorms

This was a request fic that was originally for the Overwatch cowboy but I changed to Arthur Morgan for... apparent reasons Arthur Morgan/F!Reader (reader also has big enby vibes) Rating: Mature | No Warnings Word Count: ~2,200

Arthur wakes with a wheeze, bolting upright and smacking his chest with his fist as he tries to pull in enough air.

He’s shirtless, but a woven blanket had been draped over him while he was unconscious. A ray of light cuts through a grimy window. The angle is harsh enough that it’s probably late in the evening.

The last thing Arthur can remember is the dark of the night and the clamoring of the law on his heels. So he’s been out for at least a day.

His lips are dry and cracked, and his muscles groan in protest with every movement. God, his head is pounding like he was hit by a damn train.

A door creaks open, and there’s a squeak of surprise. “Oh! You’re awake!”

Arthur blinks in the harsh sunlight that’s streaming into the small cabin. Whoever is there is bundled up in furs and a jacket with a bow over their shoulder. They’ve got two armfuls of game practically swallowing them.

“Who are you? Where am I?” He means for it to sound rough and demanding, but it’s more croaky and pathetic when the words pass his lips.

“I’m not really anybody, and this is my cabin up in Cumberland. The law chased you a long ways from Annesburg didn’t they? You must have done something real bad.” The hunter dumps all the game onto the table and rushes to the bedroll where Arthur lays. “You aren’t hurt too bad or nothing, but you’ve got a real nasty cough. I’ve got tea and herbs that should help. I bandaged up all the bleeding bits as best I could”

Arthur is bewildered. He knows there had been a fire in Annesburg -- the coal had gone up in a pyre in seconds. Somehow, he had gotten separated from Dutch and the others. The smoke had taken him like crows to a carcass, and he was lucky to make it across the ridge with the way his eyes and lungs were burning.

The last thing he remembered was the pinkertons still on his heels and the darkness of the trees as he tried to hide in the brush. He must have made it to cover before the smoke and the soot finally got him.

He flinches as the hunter sticks an open flask under his nose. “Tea. It’s bitter but you’ll need it.”

Arthur sniffs the mouth of the flask, but it sure does just smell like weeds and water. He takes a sip and wrinkles his nose. But the flavor is a small price to pay for the way the liquid soothes the burning in his mouth and throat.

“Thank you,” he says. “You could have left me in those woods to rot. I appreciate you dragging my sorry ass back here.”

You grin and pat the bandage on his arm. “It weren’t much trouble, but you sure are one large fella.” Arthur thinks you must be a young boy -- it’s hard to tell. Your hair is short under your cap but your voice isn’t all that low.

You turn to the game on the table and grab a knife from your belt. “I hunted enough for the both of us the next few days. It’s gonna be a while before you’ve got your strength back, and a snowstorm is rolling in off the Grizzlies anyways.”

Arthur frowns. “Bit early for snow, isn’t it?”

You shrug. “Winter never listens to me. At least the game was out. Everyone is trying to feed as much as they can before it gets too cold to hunt. That includes us.”

Arthur grunts and struggles to his feet. “I can help with those,” he offers.

You watch him with narrowed eyes, obviously skeptical of Arthur’s strength. “Take the small ones,” you offer up the rabbits and squirrels.

Arthur usually doesn’t have a problem skinning game, but the smoke must have gotten to him more than he thought because he finds himself having to take a rest after just a few minutes. He finishes off the flask of tea and sorts through his pack and weapons.

“My horse…” he asks after a while.

“She’s fine,” you say. “I found her not far from where you were unconscious and she helped me get you back here. She’s out back with my Old Girl.”

“Thank you,” Arthur sounds genuinely touched. “She really means a lot to me.”

You shoot him another smile. “You’re nothing but a big softie, ain’t ya? What could you have done to have the law chasing you all the way across the damn country?”

Arthur rubs the back of his neck, flushing in embarrassment. “My folks might have blown up Annesburg? I don’t actually know how much of it is left…”

“Ha!” you bark. “You’re with them van der Linde folks?”

Arthur’s silence is answer enough.

“I won’t judge,” you shrug. “You’re safe as long as you want to rest here.”

And rest Arthur does. He’s confined to the bedroll, rolled out on a warm pile of furs near the stove. You’re good company, witty and friendly and far too nosy for your own good. Arthur learns that you’ve has been living in these parts for a few years now, trapping and hunting and crafting to sell in town every few weeks. It’s more of a living than Arthur could ever ask for. Arthur thinks he might be sweet on you.

It’s another day before he’s got the strength to walk. He makes it outside to his horse, glad to see that she’s well taken care of. You had said you were going off to bathe in a nearby stream, and Arthur follows the sound of the water.

He’s not expecting what he finds. The water is shallow but fast moving, and he sees a familiar jacket hung on a branch by the bank.

You’re turned away, rinsing in the ice cold water, and Arthur can see the gooseflesh on your skin.

But when you turn slightly, it’s the swell of breasts and the curve of hips that catches Arthur’s attention. He averts his eyes quickly, darting back towards the cabin with his cheeks stained pink.

Now that he thinks about it, you had never said that you were a man. Arthur had simply figured it was most likely. The soft voice and gentle features make more sense now.

“You had better wash up if you want to,” you say when you return to the cabin. “The snow is coming in tonight. I can smell it. I stocked up on herbs for your cough and we’ve got plenty of provisions. I’m gonna split some more wood to bring inside.”

Arthur can’t help but find it attractive that you’re so knowledgeable and well prepared. He makes his way to the stream on his own and washes up in the frigid water, pushing through another coughing fit when the cold makes his muscles seize.

It’s already getting colder when he gets back inside. His weak breath fogs even inside the cabin and the little stove can’t do nearly enough to warm the small space.

“You’re going to freeze,” he tells you. He’s big enough to handle the cold -- spent a damn month up in the grizzlies without much of a problem -- but you surely won’t last the snowstorm.

“I’ve made it before,” you say with a huff and a glare. “I’ve got plenty of furs to keep me warm.”

“Put your bedroll beside mine,” Arthur insists. “We can share the blankets.”

The snow begins to fall, sticking to the ground in wet clumps, and you brace yourselves for the days to come. You’re practically strangers -- save for the fact that you had dragged Arthur out of the woods and saved his life. Now you have no choice but to rely on each other until the snow melts.

Arthur wakes in the night to your violent shivering under the blankets. He pulls you so that you’re pressed against his chest, tucking both of you under the quilts closer together. “I thought you said you’d made it through this before?”

You huff, teeth chattering. “I survived. I never said I kept warm.”

“Stay close to me. It’s my turn to keep you alive.” He drifts back to sleep to the howl of the winter winds.

The next morning he’s greeted by a bowl of piping stew that makes his sinuses burn. “I had some jarred peppers I keep for weather just like this. You’re in no condition for liquor so this is the best you’re gonna get.”

Arthur accepts the stew graciously. He’s not ready for the way you stand on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek when he offers to wash both of the bowls.

You pass the time snowed in with several rounds of cards. Arthur tells stories about him and the gang until his throat aches and he starts coughing again, and so the you regale Arthur with your life’s tale and a few stories you picked up over the years. You’re curled up next to each other in front of the stove, and you have no shame about burrowing against Arthur in a quest for body heat. He lets you steal as much as you want.

“I thought you were a boy when I first woke up,” Arthur says.

You shrug. “Most people do. I find it makes things easier a lot of the time. How’d you figure me out?” You don’t seem to feel too strongly one way or another about how Arthur and others see you.

Arthur hides his embarrassment behind a cough. “I, uh, caught you washing up in the stream.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “that’s pretty solid proof, ain’t it.” You’re smiling, not shy at all. “You’re not mad at me for lying, are you?”

“You never lied,” Arthur says. “I just came to my own conclusions. Doesn’t matter much to me anyways, whether you’re a man or a woman.”

You frown at that. “Doesn’t matter?”

“Nah,” Arthur ruffles your short hair. “You’re cute either way.”

It’s the right thing to say. The frown disappears and you settle back against him, humming contentedly.

He wakes in the night to the feeling of your breath on his neck. You shift and your lips brush against his skin. He can’t help the way his whole body tenses at the sensation. His arm is draped around your waist, holding you close because he knows you’ll freeze if he doesn’t.

He pulls you in closer. Every inch where your skin touches his feels oversensitive and hot. You’re still asleep -- he can tell from how slow you breath against his skin, but you reach an arm around his neck and burrow against him.

His heart begins to race. He’s flushed and half asleep and you fit against him so well in this tiny cabin that you’ve made your home. One of his hands slides down your back. You moan as his palm passes over the small of your back and the curve of your ass. His hand comes to the back of your thigh, but you shift again and rock your hips against him.

He gasps, then has to fight back a cough. He doesn’t want to wake you, but your quest for warmth has you plastered against him in a very compromising position. It’s starting to make his long johns downright painful, and he thinks he’ll combust in shame.

You rock against him once more, mumbling sleepily into his skin.

“Darlin’” he croaks. But the sound doesn’t wake you. He tries to wriggle an arm between you so he can push you off, but instead he winds up with a handful of your breast, and the most gorgeous sound he’s ever heard escapes your lips.

He freezes. He’s painfully hard now, and you’re still gently rocking against him in your sleep, perhaps even more so now that he’s got a hand on your chest.

“Arthur, please,” you whine.

He’s pretty sure you’re awake by now, so he readjusts his hand and rubs his thumb over the peak of your nipple. You let out another breathy moan against his skin. This time when he runs a hand over your ass he lets himself take a moment to appreciate how it feels under his palm, they way his fingers sink into the soft skin beneath your winter sleep clothes. He once again places his hand on the back of your thigh and pulls you so that your hips are lined up with his, straddling him under the blankets.

You whine against him once more and grind your hips downward. The friction does way more for him than he imagines it must for you, and his vision whites out momentarily at the heat and weight of you against him.

He loses himself in the motion of your hips for several long moments, but then your whines grow frustrated and unsatisfied and he knows exactly what your after.

Gripping both of your hips tightly, he flips you both so that you’re laying back on the bedroll and he’s kneeling over you.

Your eyes fly open.

“Arthur?”

“You were asleep?” he looks absolutely bewildered.

“I thought so? I was having the best dream.” Your eyes look past him as you remember.

“I don’t think you were dreaming, sweetheart,” he chuckles. He leans in to place an open mouthed kiss against your neck. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulder.

“Then I think you had better keep going, cowboy.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan/reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #mild lemons #oranges #i guess #maybe limes

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nineteen

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content warning: light smut, some angst? there's a lot of tears and anxiety with these two

A/N: hasn't been proofread, sorry for any mistakes

After the new year’s eve party, everyone carpooled back to the airport to be at their respective homes. The plan was that Nicole would have the dogs until they could both head back up to Sudbury in June which seemed easy enough but the overhanging cloud that he would be leaving in forty-eight hours was getting dark and stormy.

Chris: Hey guys, I have some news Robert: If you came over here to brag about another hot shot project you can shove it evans Chris: It’s personal, it’s personal I promise. *sends a picture of Nicole’s hand with the ring* Jeremy: A woman’s hand is your news? Scarlett: WHAT?! Scarlett: I’m kidding, I already knew (middle finger emoji) Chris E.: *sends a photo of him and Nicole together and then a photo of the entire family at Christmas.* Chris E.: Everyone, this is Nicole, I proposed to her back in December and I know I should’ve introduced her sooner but I was worried I would scare her off.

Chris looked down at his phone, “Oh, well look at that. Downey is calling.”

“Like… Robert Downey Jr?”

“Yes.”

Nicole’s eyes widened, “Don’t answer it!”

“I have to!”

“No, you literally don’t!”

Chris nodded as he answered it, “Hey buddy, how ya doing?”

“I am doing just dandy, I hear you have finally found the love of your life.

“I did but she is actually trying to sneak out of the living room right now.” Chris said with a smirk, slowly turning the phone to face Nicole as she was halfway down the hall to her crime room. Nicole held her breath as she turned around only being able to wave.

“C'mon over here, let’s meet each other!” Robert called out as Nicole slowly exhaled and made her way back to Chris’ side.

“Hey, I’m Robert.”

“I’m Nicole, uhm, hi. Big fan.”

Robert let out a loud laugh, “Well, I’m flattered. What have you kids been up to?”

“Well, I flew her back down to Austin before I start my crazy traveling and working schedule now that the holidays are over. We just had some tacos for lunch and now we’re on the couch deciding what movie to watch. I wanted to stay with her a few days before I left her again.”

“That’s sweet, how was the holidays with his family?”

Nicole started to nod, “Uhm, they were good. It was really good. It went a lot better than him meeting my parents but…Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why meeting you guys almost causes me the same anxiety as meeting his parents did but-“

“Oh, don’t be nervous! I’m just making sure you know what you’re getting into.”

“Oh? Does Mister Evans come with a disclaimer?”

“Yes he does. He is a prankster, he is a menace, and he is completely fucking wild when he gets alcohol in him.”

“Well, he’s a gemini. He has to keep his mind entertained and at bay somehow.”

“Oh, look at her. She’s already on top of it! How long have you known each other?”

Chris took a deep breath, “This month will be six.”

“Six months?” Robert asked with a laugh before continuing, “Love at first sight. Truly amazing for you, the hopeless romantic, Evans.

“It’s like you told me, when it’s meant to be I’ll know it. You’ve seen me through a lot of relationships and you know how it’s been for me. I knew for sure when I walked the carpet with her.”

“Yeah, I was curious about it when I heard about the movie premiere but I didn’t want to pry. You’ve always hated those. Was he overly anxious?”

“I don’t think so, I think he was jittery but I’m not sure if that was anxiety or excitement. I think his mind was elsewhere, not like in a naughty way but a is she okay or having a good time kind of way. A holy shit the world is meeting my girlfriend kind of way…He seemed happy.”

Chris couldn’t stop smiling at her, “I was happy. I’m glad I had her come because seeing how much she loved the movie made it easier.”

“Well, I guess then the bulk of the warnings have been done and over. I will say that I just want you to know he talks A LOT. Don’t be put off by that because he does eventually settle down and even out.”

Nicole nodded with a little laugh, “I know, I know he does. But when he does talk a lot I find it charming because when I talk a lot it’s just word vomit and makes no sense. So, if he’s the one doing all the talking I’m absolutely fine with it.”

“Charming? Wow.” Robert said drawing out the last word in a form of dramatics, “I guess she’s really smitten with you, Evans.”

“She is, and it’s mutual… I think the only reason she lets me talk is she loves the accent and I use big words.” He said using finger quotes on the word big causing her to laugh.

“Okay, his dictionary is a lot bigger than mine and I find it fascinating. I’m a tech person which he definitely doesn’t understand so we just compliment each other in that way.”

Chris let out a laugh, “That’s her nice way of telling me that I'm old but that’s fine. I’ve been waiting for that domestic life and I think we have it. We’re still working each other out but the love is there, the chemistry is there… I just knew from that first day it was her, it had to be her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.”

“Well, I’m proud of you, Evans. I’ll be looking forward to the wedding invite. Nicole, welcome to the family, it’s great to have ya. Hopefully we can meet in person soon. But I gotta head out, I’ll talk to you both later.”

They both said goodbye to Robert waving before Chris hit the end call and looked over at her with a smile, “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

“No, it was just one of my dad’s favorite actors so I’m like oh my god don’t mess it up.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, “Yeah, he told me that when I asked his permission to marry you actually.”

“Oh my god. Of course he did." She shook her head with a little laugh, "Do you mind if we tell my audience we're engaged since Scott kinda let it out of the bag?"

"Yeah, we can do that. Better to get it filmed so we don't have to worry about doing it later."

It took her a little while to set up but when she finally did she hit record on the camera and sat down. Nicole drummed her hands on the table before spinning her chair around, “Yes, hi, hello! Happy new year to all my ladies, men, and nonbinary friends! How are we doing? How are we feeling? How were the holidays? Good food? Good company? I hope so.” She stopped her chair from spinning before taking a deep breath, “Okay, that was stupid I’m really dizzy now. Uhm, I am here today because something has come up. And I’ve seen a lot of comments saying I’m ignoring it or I’ve stopped reading comments, but that isn’t true. It will probably never be true because I am a nosy bitch. Some of you may remember a video I posted in October but what you guys don’t know is that video was filmed months earlier and I was waiting for the okay to post it. If you have stopped by any of my streams at all in the last few months you’d hear me talking about this mystery man. So this isn’t like a very sudden life change before everyone freaks out…If you have been on twitter or instagram lately you would have probably seen us at the airport or on a red carpet for a big movie. And hopefully with that you have caught on to what I’m trying to say. So, yes, I am dating Ana De Armas.”

“WHAT?!” Chris yelled playfully from the otherside of the room causing her to hide behind her makeup table laughing.

Nicole sat up a few moments later and motioned him to come over, “I’m so sorry. It was right there I had to.”

Chris walked into the frame shaking his head, “You’ve been waiting for that all morning, haven’t you?”

“I was teetering on it but I didn’t decide until just now to say it. You’ve just been standing in the corner grinning like an idiot so I wanted to see your reaction.” She smiled as his arms wrapped around her and his head rested on her shoulder so he could face the camera.

“Uhm, hi everyone. I’m Chris Evans and we just wanted to make a video letting you all know so that the speculation could cease.”

Nicole smiled and reached up to pat his arm, “So, here’s the deal. I knew I was spending the holidays with him so I wanted to make sure that I had enough videos to cover any additional vacation or flight delays. It has been interesting finding ways to work around the comments and tweets to find cases you guys wanted me to cover so we have a new system on how submitting new cases works. And I’ll explain that in the next video but, uhm, this is my boyfriend.”

“Well, technically…”

"Technically, my fiancé if you're fancy."

She tilted her head to look at him, “Do you want to tell them how we got here?”

“Yeah, why not? Let me sit down and we’ll do this.”

She got up so he could take her seat before positioning herself on his lap to where she could look back at him but also look at the camera when she wanted to. She smiled and pressed her forehead against his as he wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a quick kiss before she sat back upright and looked at the camera with a smile, “Okay, I’m going to backtrack a little bit…Uhm, last year was a little bit crazy and a little bit of a whirlwind. I met this goofy man from Massachusetts and we had the most amazing first date. And before people talk about how he flashed his money at me or something we literally ate takeout on my patio, it wasn’t about what we were doing or eating it was about getting to know each other. And as the year went on, the streams got a little more distant because I couldn’t just pick up my set up and take it to wherever he was…And I know that doing that, leaving you guys without really any explanation for like two months is really shitty and I’m sorry but that’s how life goes sometimes. I felt guilty the first two times I did it but then I realized how people-pleasing of me that was. And I never wanted this to feel like something I had to do, it was always something I wanted to do. So I sat down with myself and was like hey, you have to live for yourself. And I did, I got to meet all of his family, we celebrated my birthday, he met my family and my friends, and we spent the holidays together. I got to spend the first holidays of many with my soulmate and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say that.” As she sniffled, he hugged her a little tighter before looking up at her with a pout, “You okay?”

She let out a quiet ‘yeah’ with a small nod before he reached his hand up to wipe her tear away before lowering it and squeezing her thigh gently. He took a deep breath and his glance shifted from her to the camera, “We are a bunch of criers, we get teary eyed over a lot of things… But I just want to say the first few months of this I was holding my breath because I got so worried she was going to leave. She will say that she was nervous I would leave her but that never crossed my mind. I wanted to see where my life would lead me because nothing until now ever really felt right. It’s not perfect. I’m not going to lie and say everything is great and nothing ever goes wrong, but I will say we love each other through it. My friend Scar always tells me that love doesn't have perfect timing. It shows up and envelops us when we need it the most. And I know what it looks like, I know what the articles are going to say and we don't mind... We didn’t plan to do this by the way, twitter just sort of blew up over the weekend and there's some things we want to say directly from us. That's why what we’re saying probably just sounds like word vomit, but I just want to make one solid point. One take away, if you’re going to take anything away from this video… I’m a private man. I don’t like my life put out on display, but that’s all Nicole does and that is so brave. I am the luckiest man in the world, truly. I proposed to Nicole last month and I am so happy that she said yes. And it’s going to be this big thing to a lot of you and it is, marriage is big, but I’m not ashamed to call her my fiancé. Wifey. The love of my life. Because she is and I want her to be able to talk about it and show it off. I don’t want to hide her and she shouldn’t have to hide me. Before she sat down, she gave me the ring to put in my pocket and it hit me. She’s going to have to do that before every video and every stream and I don’t want her to.” He tilted his head to look up at her, “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said with a smile before kissing his forehead.

Nicole leaned back in his arms with a smile, “So, yes. We’re engaged. I will be at home minding my business, drinking my juice, and making content for you all. Streams will resume next week as he goes back to work and we’ll see where this goes. I may disappear for a week or so in there but if anything happens now at least I know I can update you all…I think that’s all I wanted to say. As far as people wanting another video of us, I don’t think we’ll be making any videos together any time soon if at all.”

“Well-“

“Christopher.”

“Right, my bad. But yes to photos of each other and finally liking Instagram posts or tweets.

"Well, I need to see if I can get him on Instagram.”

She smiled as he kissed her cheek before continuing, “But I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has been nice about this on both sides and I just…I’m happy to share this with you guys. And now that everything is out there I think I can better decide how I’m going to proceed with all this. We have a good foundation made out of the public eye and this is the next chapter of our lives.”

“You said that so beautifully.” She told him as she ruffled his hair.

“Thank you, now do your little outro.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you guys so much for watching, listening, and understanding. Stay safe out there, be kind to others, and always remember how important you are to the world. I’ll see you all later, bye!”

“Bye!” Chris chimed in with a wave before Nicole got up and turned the camera off.

“You gonna edit it now?” He asked while still sitting in the chair and she shook her head before holding her hand out to him, “I wanna spend what little time we have together. I can edit it later.”

January third crept up on them and Chris had to leave yet again. He tried to entice her to join him at the Golden Globes but knew it wasn’t fair to be charting her around when she had so much to do. She was happy that he had taken the day to fly with her back to Austin and spend one more day together. The way his schedule was set up, Nicole likely wouldn’t see him again until the beginning of March which would only be for a weekend. She would be able to see him longer on his birthday but it was still heartbreaking to think about. Kennedy and Dodger were happy because at least they got to stay together playing tug of war and chasing each other around the yard but Nicole missed how life was during the holiday break. She used to love her home in Austin. It was a perfect layout, she designed every room herself, but she missed him.

She realized then that happiness wasn’t a specific place like Austin or Disneyland but it was with a person. She felt so pathetic waiting by the phone for him to call, often sending him pictures of the dogs and ‘I love you’ texts, but not too many as she was worried she would annoy him. It was unlikely that she could annoy him to the point that he would leave her but she still worried. Valentine’s day was coming up and she was more than a little bummed that they had to be apart for it.

And it showed up sooner than expected. The morning of the fourteenth she had woken up to a long text message from Chris.

(Good morning, darling. I know you aren’t awake yet but I just wanted to make sure you woke up to a sweet message on Valentine’s Day. I am so sorry that I couldn’t be at home with you today as you know there is no place I would rather be. I sent you some credits on doordash so you can order yourself whatever breakfast in bed you would like. I know we said no presents so I hope you don’t get too upset at the little surprise left at your door. I love and miss you so so much and I hope to see that beautiful face soon. Have a great rest of your day and I’ll call you tonight.)

She got out of bed with a smile and pep in her step as she quickly got dressed. As excited as she was, she made sure to let the dogs out into the backyard first before opening up the front door. Her smile grew immensely and she started to shake her head. He had ordered the biggest rose bouquet she had ever seen and a medium burgundy gift bag. She carried both into the kitchen and set them both on the island before taking a picture and sending it to him with the text message (this is a little surprise? I’d hate to know what a big surprise is!)

Opening up the bag, there was a card that said open first and a small black box. She started to open the letter while making herself comfortable on the closest stool to her. Pulling the card out of the envelope she started to smile, there were several hand drawn sunflowers in the background with the words ‘to the love of my life’ written on top. Lifting up the centerfold, she smiled at the paragraph he had left for her, signed off with a heart, smiley face, and daddy long leg spider drawing.

(Our lives have just begun but I feel like I’ve known you forever. You are so beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, and kind. I am so damn lucky that I get to call you my partner and it pains me that I can’t be there to really surprise you with the most romantic day. I will make it up for you for our anniversary, I promise. I’m also sorry that the roses are in a traditional bundle but I wanted to give you a rose for every week we have been together. 30! Can you believe it?!

In the box is a surprise, I hope we can continue to carry on for the rest of our Valentine's days together. I know that eventually it will become full and we will have to find a creative way on how to display them but I hope it makes you smile as the memory brings me so much joy even when we are separated. I miss you tremendously and love you even more. Happy Valentines Day Wifey!)

Tears were burning her eyes as she put the card down and reached for the box and when she saw what was inside of it the tears fully came out. It was a bracelet with a single charm on it, the charm being a whisk to symbolize the baking video they did together. It took more than a few minutes to pull herself together before she was calm enough to put the bracelet on. Leaning her phone up against the flowers, she started recording a little video to send to him, and hit record. With a little laugh, she wiped away her remaining tears, “You made me so emotional and I’m so mad at you for it! You aren’t here to hug me and that sucks so much…Gosh, uhm, the roses are beautiful and this bracelet is just the cutest thing ever. I like how you remember the little things. You always remember the little moments that add up to mean so much. You are the sweetest man with the absolute biggest heart. You are such a gem and I am so happy to be your wifey…I hate how bad I am with words when it comes to expressing my gratitude and admiration but just know that I love you and I miss you and I cannot wait for our future Valentines we can hopefully spend together. I’ll talk to you later. I hope you’re having a great day!” She said with a big smile and blew a kiss before hitting the stop button and sending it to him. It was almost a bummer to start the day off on such a strong note because the rest of the day just seemed to drag on. After ordering herself some food and catching up on some shows while cuddling up with the dogs, she knew it would be best to get work done instead of just moping around.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent in her office editing videos but she smiled as her phone started to ring and answered his call with a wave, “Happy Valentines Day!”

“Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I’m sorry to call you in the car but I couldn’t stay away from it any longer.”

“It’s okay.” She reassured him while pulling her legs up onto the chair before looking back at her computer, “I’m currently editing a video so I guess we’re both kinda working.”

“Oh, What video are you editing?”

“John Wayne Gacy. I’ve been sticking to some generic ones until my mods can send me over a list from the google doc.”

"Oh yeah? How many cases have you got recorded?"

"I recorded eight so far, I've only edited four though, this will be the fifth. I've been busy researching the last few days so I figured I better do some actual work."

“I see…Well, assuming you have been cooped up all day, do you want to see how beautiful the sky is tonight?”

“Sure.” Nicole replied with a small smile before redirecting her gaze to the screen as he pointed the phone up and around, “Wow, that truly is something.”

Chris laughed, “It’s so sad you don’t even recognize your front yard.”

Nicole stood up, “Wait, you’re outside?!”

“Come down here and take a look for yourself.”

She opened the door of her office, racing down the stairs with the dogs and opened the front door to see him standing there in a suit with his arms wide open.

“Happy Valentines Day.” He said softly with a big smile. Nicole let out an excited squeal before jumping onto his waist causing him to stumble back a few steps with a laugh, “You missed me that much?”

“I missed you so so much! Happy Valentines Day! Oh my god!” She said before kissing his cheek a few times and burying her face in his neck, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to leave you alone for our very first valentines day.”

“I’m crying all over your suit, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m crying too.” He said with a sad laugh, rubbing her back softly as she hopped off his waist.

She playfully pushed him with a small sniffle, “You jerk! How long have you been planning this for?!”

“A month, maybe a little more.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead before kneeling down to greet the dogs that had been excitedly jumping on him.

“Did you fly in from DC?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long week on planes for me. I was in LA, then New York, and ended up in DC for two days but lucky for both of us Valentine's Day is on a Friday so we get to spend it together. So, Mark did the last two meetings alone so I could be here.”

“Well thank god for Mark. You will have to give him all my thanks.”

“I definitely have but I will send him more thanks tomorrow. But tonight is about us.” He said with a smirk standing up and grabbing his bag off the porch.

“Oh, I like that idea.” She said with a big smile before reaching out grabbing his tie to pull him through the threshold of her front door.”

“Oh yeah? You like the suit too?

“I really love it when you wear suits. I like pulling you in by your tie and kissing you… The perfectly tailored pants and the belt. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sweatpants too. I really love them but this is special. There’s just something about you all dressed up that is my favorite. ”

He smirked, “Alright, well, my favorite outfit that you wear… Hmm, it has to be one you wear outside?”

Nicole nodded with a smile, “I see this is a hard question for you to answer.”

“Just can’t stop thinking about you running around in those cute hipster panties and my shirts. If I had to pick an outfit, I would say the crop tops and high waisted jeans just because I know that’s your favorite and you’re comfortable in it."

"That's not an answer. What's YOUR favorite thing I wear?"

"Well, I guess my favorite thing you wear is those thigh high boots and it’s a crime you’ve only worn them twice.”

“From that first day we met?”

“I love those boots. Those are witch boots.”

She laughed loudly, “Witch boots!?”

“You must’ve put some kind of hex on me when you had them on. I’ve been obsessed with you ever since, they’re witch boots.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugged with a smile before lifting her up over his shoulder causing her to let out a squeal.

When they got into the bedroom, he set his backpack on the chair before setting Nicole down and beginning to kiss her. He shouldn’t have been surprised at how quickly she had pulled his jacket off of him as he had been thinking about this all day as well. He lifted her oversized graphic tee over head breaking the kiss for mere moments before she returned to his lips fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Chris tugged down her sweatpants and underwear while she stepped backwards towards the bed, gasping as she fell back against it. She looked up at Chris as he unbuttoned the four buttons that were left and threw the shirt behind him. Letting out an amused hum, he admired her from above, “Gosh, look at you…” Reaching down, he slid his hand between her legs and she opened them for him.

He slowly slid his finger up and down her wet slit, “I’m not even sure you need me to eat you out tonight, I think you’re ready.”

“I just want you… Please.” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes several times.

He smirked looking her up and down before taking off his belt and pants and climbing on top of her. He slowly slid into her with them both lightly whimpering as they took in how great the other felt. It wasn’t long until he started thrusting in and out of her harder and faster. She grabbed onto his shoulder as he gripped her hips and angled her up towards him. Arching her back she let out a small gasp before dragging her nails across his back, and when she did this he made a sound that was foreign to her. Worried that she hurt him, she placed a hand on his chest and asked if he was okay. “Oh, I’m more than okay. Scratch me harder, scratch me as much as you want.” He insisted before starting to kiss her neck. She gasped as his lips met her neck, it almost felt as if he branded her. Chris wasn’t normally very loud when they had sex, just grunts and low groans but tonight he had let everything go. Between showering her in praise, taunting her, and moaning her name; Nicole’s head was spinning. By the time he had finished, her vision was a little blurry and her entire body was shaking. She was only jolted back to reality when he rolled onto his back and took her with him. “Uhm-I-fuck, I love you.” She said with an exhausted laugh resting her head against his.

“I love you too.” He said, smiling against her cheek as his hand rubbed small circles around her back.

Nicole placed several kisses across his chest and up his neck before laying down against him again and hugging him, “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, wifey.”

“My throat hurts.” Nicole said softly punctuating her sentence with a small pout.

“Well you screamed loud enough I think they may have heard us back in LA.”

“It’s not my fault that you give me so many orgasms.”

Chris let out an exaggerated groan, “Oh yes, what a problem that your husband gives you too many orgasms.”

“Yes, it is a problem because now I’m just a limp little noodle that can’t walk or fully articulate words.”

“You got ‘out’ articulate that's pretty good!” He teased before she swatted his chest with a laugh and rolled off of him.

Chris smiled at her before looking down at his torso, “Look at this little snail trail my love left me.”

Nicole sat up and looked at him blinking a few times before gasping completely shocked, “Are you serious?”

“Look at it!” He said pointing at it with a laugh.

Nicole looked from his torso to his face with her mouth still open. She shook her head a few times, “That is the grossest thing you’ve EVER said to me. And on Valentines Day!” She playfully hit his chest and he grabbed her wrist still laughing, “That can’t be the grossest thing I’ve said to you, cmon.”

“I’m going to give the ring back if you bring it up again!” She said with a loud laugh.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He said, still laughing, “Cmon, baby, cmon! It’s funny!” He said pulling her back against his chest in a big hug, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry! It’s your fucking fault!”

His laughter slowly diminished and he kissed her cheek, “It’s just so funny when you get all pouty and surprised and angry. You’re like that little frog that screams.”

She gasped and looked up at him, “Okay, you did not fuck me nearly well enough to be roasting me like this!”

“Oh is that so?” He said with a raised brow, “Because I can go again. I don’t think you can go again. I'm going to have you trembling in seconds!” He taunted while rolling on top of her and she quickly started patting his chest, “No, no, no!” “Exactly.” He said with a smirk trying not to laugh as she scrunched up her eyebrows forming her face into an angry pout.

“What’s the face for?”

“I’m hungry and you're being mean.”

“No one is stopping you from going downstairs and getting food.”

“Oh what, I don’t get the gentleman version of you tonight? Captain America would carry me down a flight of stairs for a late night snack.”

He threw his head back laughing, “I’ve been waiting for that one.” He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers before handing her a new set of her underwear and a shirt to get dressed, helping her into the underwear as she tugged on the shirt. He was smirking at her the entire time and she sighed, “I don’t want to hear another word about this, okay?”

“You got it. Not a single word…Tonight.”

Nicole rolled her eyes before getting up and jumping onto his waist.

“My little spider monkey.” He laughed

Her face fell into another little pout, “I don’t think I’m active enough to be a spider monkey.”

“Okay, so what do you wanna be?” He asked as he stepped off the final step and started making his way to the kitchen.

“A sloth.”

“Well, you’re definitely cuter than a sloth. How about a koala?”

She nodded a couple times with a smile, “Yeah, I’m a koala.”

He opened the fridge with his free hand, “Well what does my little koala want to eat?”

“Pudding?”

“Pudding isn’t a full meal.”

Nicole sighed with a pout, “Okay fine, I guess I’ll have…Mac and cheese? Is that an okay food?”

“That is a great food and you can have a cup of pudding while I make it.” He said with a smile before handing her one and setting her on the counter. He jogged across the kitchen and grabbed a spoon before bringing it back over to her. Nicole pulled herself fully on the counter to sit cross legged watching him get the items ready to make the mac and cheese. They continued to talk about their weeks as this has been their first real conversation without time restraints in weeks and it was nice just being able to fully open up to each other again. They hung out in the kitchen eating and chatting until nearly two in the morning. After putting the dishes in the sink and letting the dogs out one last time, Chris carried her back upstairs and they settled into bed again. He was running his fingers up and down her spine causing her to giggle a little bit, “Ticklish there?”

“A little bit.” She hugged him a little tighter, “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” He kissed the top of her head, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too…I wish you never had to leave.”

The words brought tears to his eyes and kept him awake by echoing in his head longer than he wanted them too.

The next morning when Nicole woke up the bed was empty. If it wasn’t for his backpack sitting on her chair she would’ve thought him coming home was a dream. Getting out of bed she pulled on one of his shirts and some socks before trotting downstairs. She smelled the food he was cooking before she even reached the first floor and smiled. Reaching down she gave the dogs a few pets before walking into the kitchen, “Well good morning to you too.” She teased.

Chris smiled over at her before pointing at one of the island seats with his spatula, “I was going to bring it to you in bed as a nice surprise for a continued Valentines treat but since you’re here have a seat.”

The two enjoyed a french toast breakfast together even though he teased that she only had raspberries and no blueberries or strawberries. After breakfast, they took a walk around the block with the dogs before returning home to watch movies until it was time to go out to dinner. Nicole gave the two dogs their treats before sitting next to Chris who was flipping through channels on her TV. She looked over at him with a sigh, “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Is that what you’re upset about?”

“I’m not upset.” He looked over at her with a fake smile and she raised an eyebrow.

“Something's off. I don’t know what it is but I know something is off.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s a mental thing. I’ve had a rough few days and I guess I’m still trying to shake it.”

“What happened?”

“I had this interview with esquire and I just… I don’t know.” He gave a defeated shrug before turning the TV off and setting the remote back on the side table.

“Did you say something you want him to edit out? I’m sure Nick could get him to-“

“No, I just think I’m at a pivotal point in my life and career. It is just a lot to think about and it’s making my head spin.”

Nicole reached out and grabbed his hand, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head, “I’m just very excited to spend the weekend with you. I’ve missed you. I miss talking to you…”

“I miss you too, but I also know that I’m a clingy creature by nature. I’ve been told it’s my downfall. So knowing that I’m codependent and needy, I’ve dialed it back because I don’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to be too much but… I really love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled at her and gently pulled on her arm. With a light laugh, she crawled across the couch and curled up in his lap. “Can I let you in on a secret?” He asked while he wrapped his arms around her.

“If you want to.” She said with a smile, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sort of a needy codependent myself.”

Nicole couldn't help but laugh, “Yeah?”

“I’ve been fine with the long distance thing before. You maybe see each other once a month or every two months and that was okay. I was fine with that because you can just call each other and you have work but, God. The house was so empty when you left. And I really thought maybe it was because the holidays had just ended and I was at home alone but in DC and New York, and LA. It didn’t matter, I just missed you. I wanted you there or me here and I didn’t want to ask for it because that’s selfish”

She was busy playing with the collar of his sweater, she hadn’t even noticed the long pause he was taking, “I don’t think that’s selfish.”

“I’ve just gotten to the point where the family and the homebody life is so appealing. I don’t know if acting is worth it for me anymore. It just feels like a job.”

“Do you want me to be honest?” She asked with a laugh as he nodded. She sighed before continuing, “Don’t take this as an attack either, okay?”

“I won’t.”

“Well, it is a job. Even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, it’s a job. And I don’t think you want to retire from it… I don’t think it’s an egotistical award thing like an Oscar or something. I just think there’s a goal you’ve always had deep inside you and you haven’t reached it yet. Now, I don’t know what it is and I don’t need to know what it is. But I know that you won’t rest until you finish it because no matter how tired you are of the flights and the press and the circus of it, you keep doing it.”

“How do you know me better than I know myself sometimes?”

She shrugged before moving out of his lap, “The same way you know me. Our souls are the same, we know how the other works.” She reassured him before leaning back and resting her head on his lap and looking up at him.

He gave her a sad smile before starting to play with her hair, “What’s your goal?”

Nicole took a deep breath, “I don’t know if I have a set goal, I haven’t thought about it in a while. I think my goal is to either help solve a cold case or to help get a law passed to protect others. I thought saving that dude from death row for one final trial before the Supreme Court would be it. I thought that was the goal but I just went back home and got back to work. I thought the goal would be buying a house and saving up enough money to comfortably retire, and it still wasn’t… There’s no clear goal, Chris. The earth is round for a reason. It’ll never stop spinning. You have to decide when you’ve had enough. You need to decide when the distance you have ran and the impact your footprint has made on the world is enough to sit on the side and relax… If I'm being honest, I know that I'm being replaced on YouTube and other places and that’s okay. I'm okay with that, but I still have more in me, I have more I want to say and do. So I'm going to keep making content until I'm okay with the ending. Right now, I know that I have more in me, I’m not finished. We are lucky enough to decide the path we take in life, but don't get paralyzed by the power of choice.”

“I just don’t know when will be the right time to stop.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course doll.”

“Are you avoiding taking a break or retiring because in your mind that means you can never go back?”

He sighed before looking across the room at his dogs, unable to look at her, “I’m not sure.”

Nicole continued to look up at him with a pout, “I think our minds are both getting the best of us.”

“Yeah? What’s going on in your pretty little mind?” He asked, shyly glancing back down at her before looking away.

“A lot of insecurity…Let’s take a nice calming bath and head to bed. “

“The sun hasn’t even set, Nicole.”

“I know, but we could both use the relaxation and then we can order or make dinner when we get hungry, okay?”

“Mmkay.” He said with a small shrug before following her upstairs. As she entered the master bedroom and started down the hall to the bedroom she held up a finger, “I have one rule though.”

“No sex in the tub?”

Nicole laughed, “No talking about our issues and stuff yet, okay? I just want to hold each other.”

Chris started to smile, “That’s a good rule… Should I put our playlist on a speaker or something?”

“That’d be really nice.” Nicole gave him a sad smile and he knew something was wrong. He wanted to ask but he respected the rule she had in place. He kissed the top of her head before stepping past her to get into the tub. Watching her undress before helping her into the tub, he couldn’t help but think about how he wanted his life to be like this all the time. No lights, no cameras, no pressure or expectations; just being at home. As his arms wrapped around her and she settled into the tub she started to cry. It had only been a few weeks but they felt like forever being apart from her love. She was so happy to have him home and she knew he was happy to be home as he hugged her tighter.

(Next Chapter)

#rewrite the stars

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years

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Zimbits April Update: Bay

Larissa is fanning herself. Eric’s gotten used to the heat after many hot summers in Madison, so he laughs when he sees his friend’s reaction.

“I’m about to die!” Larissa laments.

“You can swim,” Eric says. They’re lying on their towels on a beach. Florida has many bays. Larissa saw this particular bay on a travel website, so of course they had to check it out.

Larissa’s already on her feet.

“l’ll race ya!” she says playfully and she runs towards the water.

Larissa’s fast, but Eric’s faster. It doesn’t take long for him to pass her. The two of them run into the water and both sigh from relief, even Eric. It’s just really nice to be hit by the cool waves during this dreadful heat.

The two splash around and at one point, Eric decides to float on his back.

He closes his eyes and he listens to Larissa, who’s noticing a cute guy on the beach. Eric smiles. He loves spending time with Larissa. He thought he was going to be lonely when he realised that he had to stay in Georgia when he couldn’t get a scholarship elsewhere. He was afraid he could never be himself. He worked so hard to make it out, and he failed.

But then Larissa walked up to him on campus. She was a graphic design student, only a year above him, and she was unabashedly herself. When she asked Eric to hang out in her room and he saw a pride flag mounted on her wall, the relief was immense.

Eric just graduated, so of course they needed to go on vacation together.

Eric relaxes. He’s floating and listening to Larissa’s voice. He’s so relaxed that he’s almost dozing off. He realises something is wrong when he can’t hear Larissa anymore.

He stops floating and he sees that he’s far away. Larissa’s back on her feet on the beach and she’s yelling. Eric can vaguely hear her voice, but he can’t make out what she’s saying.

Eric immediately knows what has happened. Riptide. Therefore, he also knows that he has to let himself get go and not try to swim back. He goes back to his floating position and he waits for the riptide to bring him back to shore.

But he doesn’t have to wait for that.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a lifeguard on a boat coming his way. Eric lifts one of his arms to signal where he is.

A few seconds pass and the lifeguard hoists Eric on board. Eric should be relieved about all of this, but his brain stops when he sees his saviour.

Is it appropriate to appreciate the man who saved him?

“Are you okay?” the lifeguard asks. His blue eyes are filled with worry.

“Y-yeah,” Eric stutters ineloquently.

The lifeguard frowns for a second, but then he gives Eric a comforting smile. “You must be in shock. No worries, I’ll bring you back to shore. Your friend is worried.”

Eric nods. Let the lifeguard think that the shock of being pulled away in a riptide is the thing rendering him speechless.

The very small boat trip is silent and the moment Eric’s feet touch the sand, Larissa has her arms around him.

“Eric, oh my God, oh my God, I am so sorry!” she sobs.

“What for?”

“I was so focused on this hot guy that I didn’t notice that you were no longer floating next to me!”

“You did what you had to do,” the lifeguard says, “You were smart enough to not go after him and instead ask for help. And Eric made the rescue job a whole lot easier for me by staying calm and signaling.”

“How can we repay you?” Larissa asks him.

“Thank you, Mr...” Eric trails off. He so desperately wants the lifeguard to give him his name.

“Jack is fine,” the lifeguard, Jack, says, “And I’m just doing my job. I’m glad you’re safe. No need to repay me.”

The three of them say their goodbyes and Eric and Larissa gather their stuff. It doesn’t matter how nice this bay is, they’re not keen on continuing this beach day. They walk back to their AirBnb in silence.

“Are you okay?” Larissa asks, “You’re quiet. Are you still in shock?”

“The lifeguard is hot,” Eric blurts out. He puts his hand in front of his mouth and he stares at Larissa with wide eyes.

Larissa also looks a bit taken aback, but then she bursts into laughs.

The next day, Eric is back at the bay. He’s not here for a swim. He’s alone.

To his relief, Jack’s sitting on his lifeguard chair, watching over the swimming people.

“Excuse me,” Eric says to catch Jack’s attention.

Jack looks down and he smiles when he sees Eric. Eric knows he’s turning red.

“Hey Eric,” Jack says. Jack remembered his name. Then he teases: “Out for a swim?”

“I think I’ll hold off swimming for now,” Eric says.

“Well, if you decide to visit this bay again, know that I’ll look after you. Except for Tuesdays and Saturdays. Those are my days off.”

Maybe Eric’s reading too much into this, but is Jack telling him his schedule for a reason?

That’s not why Eric’s here.

He holds out his freshly baked pie.

“Here. I know you said I didn’t have to repay you, but...”

Jack climbs down from his chair.

“Thanks,” he says warmly, “It smells delicious.”

Then he looks around.

“My colleague is about to arrive. She takes over when I’m on break.” Jack holds up the pie. “Care to join me?”

Eric nods eagerly.

#zimbits #zimbits updates #omgcp #2022 #holy fuck I wrote #drabble

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venenatd · 3 years

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atsumu x reader; motion sickness - chapter three.

summary; atsumu wants to get to know reader better, and somehow convinces her to take him to the ice rink

content warnings; nsfw content, public sex, unprotected sex (nothing will come from it), dom/sub undertones

a/n; i hope u enjoy!! i think from here on out i get more into the swing of things and much prefer my writing so i hope u do too! reblogs/thoughts are v appreciated <3

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Choosing to wake up alone means the bed is cool and spacious. You can roll over and feel nothing. Sheets fold against your body, swallowing you whole. No need to tug them away, they are all for you. You push the thoughts away too, the idea that there could have been a warmth to tuck into. All throughout your routine you ignore how someone else could fit into it.

Breakfast alone stings a little more, the hotel full of families and teams. You’re more aware now at the buffet, of the many muscular men that stand around in groups. They pile plates high of the day's energy. Wildebeest at the watering hole, you note to yourself. If there was anyone to eye roll at, you would. You notice you don’t see a certain head of toned blond hair. Not that you’re looking for it, you remind yourself.

People watching is best done on your own however, and your eyes flit between young couples, children spilling honey down their chins, and people desperate for the relief of caffeine.

Alone is safe and comforting. An observer, as Faiz would often call you. Watching and analysing and playing with the stories in your mind. You can live through the honeyed child, the tired parent. Give them a job, a goal, a life. It’s fun to enter their space, if for a moment.

The moment ends as Faiz breaks into your thoughts, fragments of faux futures shatter around you. “I have a challenge for you today.”

“Oh?”

“I want you to trust me,” the cheeky glint in his eye makes you want to do anything but.

“You already know I do.” His overjoyed energy is infectious, and your morning of distraction in other people’s brains has been replaced. You can feed off him to feel full. “What are you planning?”

“So, before you ask he’s down,” he begins, grinning at your raised brow, “but I think you should work with Makito today.” You chew on your toast for a minute, thinking through what Faiz is really asking. Or telling, as is more often when it comes to your coach.

“It’s for p—”

“Passion, you dumbass.”

“—ssion, isn’t it? Oi.” you go to flick his forehead, but he’s too quick and instead gets yours. “Ow, Faiz. Insulting and hurting me? Your favourite skater?”

“My favourite skater you may be, but you also need to score well. And I’ve got a plan.”

He drones on for a while, about how working with Makito is going to help create an environment where you’re performing for someone in particular. If you are embers, he will try and find someone or something to breathe the fire into you. You see how much he’s thought about this, and hey, you’re willing to give it a go if it might help.

As you make your leave from the hotel restaurant, you bump into something. Firm and tall and moving in such an ecstatic manner that it’s almost difficult to believe it’s so early in the morning. The someone grabs your shoulders, almost picking you up to move you to his side. You fluster, and they lean down to you.

“Sorry, sorry! Apparently way too hungry for breakfast,” his voice is deep but keeps the same energy as his movements. “Wait, do I know you?”

And then you see it. Another flashback to your night of heavy drinking. A shock of white and black hair, and bird-like features. “Barely, I think. I was drinking with your,” you’re not sure what term to settle on, “teammate, I think? Atsumu?”

“Yes, Tsum Tsum’s girl! Hey!”

“I’m not—”

“She’s not—”

And there he is. Sun gold hair still damp from an early shower. He looks like the warmth you were missing that morning. You didn’t miss it, you correct your runaway thoughts. It’s just a feeling you were once used to.

“Oh. Awkward. Well, breakfast calls!”

Like that the owl flees the nest.

“I should get going,” you say, shuffling past him as an attempt to run from the atmosphere. You don’t need to talk about it, or what you did. Hookups are a lot easier when you’re not both staying at the same hotel.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he calls after you, waiting a second for you to turn. You shouldn’t turn around. Not if you don’t want to give him the chance to offer again. But it’s like his voice has a command over you, and you pause briefly. He rewards you with the easy curl of his lips and the way it shows in his cheeks. A small flash of hope in his eyes. “I’ll teach you a spike for a spin.”

At least there’s someone for you to roll your eyes at now.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Glad ya keepin’ up.”

Atsumu is quickly realising that you don’t quite speak your mind. It’s always you won’t take no, you don’t have to. It’s so far never been, I’m interested, I want that. There’s something about the way your brain is wired that makes him curious. Not that he would tell you about the other women that have flit through his life, but his type usually falls under demanding, high strung. Osamu would tease him that he dates reflections of himself. They could barely be considered dates, if he really looks into it. It’s always to bars and parties, his ‘date’ enjoying the expensive alcohol or his teammates.

Maybe he does have a jealous streak. When he goes for those who throw themselves at him, he never quite expects them to do the same to his teammates in turn. It’s nice to be wanted though, if only as a stepping stone.

If you are not demanding, it would only be natural to assume you are easy or effortless. But you are not that either. You need persuasion and nudging to agree to the course you want anyway.

You are a curiosity, Atsumu thinks as you enter the rink together. His practice isn’t till late, your schedules are so perfectly mis-aligned.

The not-boyfriend from the bar is here too, pushing off the seats to greet you. Atsumu stays back and lets you explain the situation, giving a polite nod when Faiz is introduced as your coach. He relaxes more when Faiz gives him a grin, one that spills with knowledge of late night escapades.

“So, you’re the guy?”

“Am I the guy?” he questions you, and as your eyes once again move to roll, he speaks again, “y’know, your eyes might get stuck like that one day.”

“I told her the same thing!” Faiz laughs, patting Atsumu’s back. “She’s always doing it too, as if I’m so below her.”

“Both of you should stop talking.” It’s cute, he thinks. Your little pout that you probably think looks oh so stern. Brows knitted and a finger to your temple. A kindergartner would laugh in your face.

“Faiz, I hate to break it to you. But she didn’t deny it.” His hand squeezes Faiz’s shoulder, a look of woe playing on his face. The coach responds with a hand clasped to his chest, stepping back as if your words have shot him.

He mutters your name under his breath, as if shocked by the revelation. “You’ve been using me all this time? And here I thought we were friends.” Faiz looks between you, lips trying so hard to fight a smile, and the beaming blonde next to him. “And him? You’re using him for se—”

Your eyes widen, and your hand immediately goes to slap your palm over Faiz’s mouth. “Okay! Okay, I get it! Very funny Faiz, very funny Atsumu. You’re both first class athletes and comedians.”

There’s murmuring that comes from the fingers covering Faiz, and you open them just enough for Faiz to let you, “was it any good at least?” before you close them again.

Atsumu goes to open his mouth, goes to prod more fun in your direction. But your hand goes from Faiz’s mouth, to his hand, and you’re pulling him and his words away.

“Please not in the locker room,” Faiz calls in your general direction, to which you pull your signature middle finger back at him.

“Are we gonna do it in the locker room?” Atsumu asks, praying the slight element of hope is hidden by the teasing. How easy it would be to guide your hand in his, move it towards your waistband.

“You wish.” He does.

“I like your coach.” Atsumu leans against the rows of lockers, watching you swap shoes for skates, “seems more fun than mine.”

“He knows me better than anyone. And he’s honest, doesn’t hide anything,” you speak as if it's routine. A question that has an automatic answer. “I already regret letting you two meet.”

“Oh c’mon, Golide,” he trails after you, admiring how on earth you can walk so comfortably on blades. “We both know you enjoy it.”

“You need me to say it?” you question as you step on the ice, whisking away before he can respond.

Maybe he doesn’t need you to say it, but he certainly wants you to. There’s elements of your attitude that Atsumu wants to learn. Why you very clearly have walls up, and how he can seep into the cracks.

Faiz comes to stand next to him, both of them watching as you move across the ice. Now you do seem effortless. Atsumu is sure it takes huge effort for you to push yourself across the ice, but somehow it looks like you prefer it to walking.

“So,” Faiz begins, and Atsumu knows the tone of the protective friend, “you like her?”

As much as you can after hanging out with someone a couple of times. Atsumu knows he’s become curious. Is that liking you? It sounds like something a teenager would say. So far he knows he likes aspects of you. Your smile, first of all. The banter between you both is easy, it keeps him on his toes. Your moans and sarcasm are both equally sweet.

“Something like that.”

Faiz hums thoughtfully and Atsumu thinks he’s not going to do it, and that he doesn’t need to make any promises. “Just be nice to her. She deserves that.”

It’s a weird way to phrase don’t hurt her, but Atsumu nods nonetheless. Just like that the men are back to smooth and easy jokes and discussions of career.

Eventually another man, the other not-boyfriend Atsumu recalls, joins them, and Faiz bids his goodbyes. They both go towards you on the rink, and so your new lesson begins.

Makito is almost giddy to work with you. His movements are too quick and too erratic for you to feel calm. Your head is usually clear in practice. Knowing where the exact places your skates should be, the extension of your hands. But it’s fogged doing it with someone else, as well as knowing two pairs of eyes are watching.

You had begun by simply holding on to one another, doing the most basic of motions to make sure you were working together well, and that no one was going to trip over the other. Deeming it a success, Faiz had moved onto the next challenge.

“Remember, this is all about feeling with Makito,” he instructs, putting both your hands on each other, “I want to see you responding to him. Acting the part.” Pretending to be in love is what he really means.

You both move across the ice, you’re meant to be jumping into Makito’s lap and the two of you leaning back to balance the weight. The idea is to make it look sexy, alluring, erotic. All words that you think far from describe you.

From the edge of the rink Atsumu wolf whistles, and he imagines the eye roll, although he’s not sure he likes the idea of that so much when you’re seated in someone else's lap.

“Makito, how did that feel?” Faiz quizzes.

He winces, looking sheepishly towards you before he answers. “Like she thought she was going to fall.”

“Did you think you were going to fall?” He directs the question your way, but you think he knows the answer. Curse him understanding you inside and out.

“I- I don’t know. Trying so hard to look romantic I didn’t think about much else.”

It goes on like that for long enough that you’re both sweating. The same song plays on repeat as you go through set movements again and again. It makes it feel like both so much and so little time is passing. Even Atsumu is just flicking through his phone now. Why did you say yes to him coming again? You know Faiz can feel your agitation, the way you bristle each time he instructs you to look a certain way. If trying your best was enough, you’d be done by now.

“Go. Take a break,” Faiz instructs. He’ll give you some time to cool off as he always does, letting you work it out isolated. It’s what works best for your brain. A whole other routine, walking away and turning music up far too loud. Stewing in it all. Absorbing yourself in the negative feelings until you can push them away or find something to distract yourself from them.

It feels like you should be alone this time. Too many wrong buttons pushed and you could snap at someone only to regret it. Too bad for you that you said yes to your newest irritant.

“You looked awesome” Atsumu begins, looking up from whatever feed he’s swiping through. He can barely finish the sentence before your face causes him to falter.

There are two pairs of steps echoing down the hallway, the creak of a rusty hinge swinging twice. Hopes of a lonesome sanctuary in the locker room are dashed.

“Hey, you okay?”

His face is full of concern, which puzzles you. Your fingers struggle to unlace your shoes. Must you struggle with everything when it comes to your profession? Maybe a distraction would be better.

“Goldie?”

The nickname bounces around in your mind, coupled with I’ve got you. Your shoes are off and next comes your sweater. Tugging it over your head and discarding it unceremoniously on the floor.

“Do you need anything?”

Perspiration still clings to your body, coming down from your workout on the ice. He is standing there, so big, so broad. It’s like a magnet is drawing you closer. He is a distraction wrapped in an aggravatingly handsome face and strong body.

“Yes, I do.”

His eyes flick down to your chest, heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat. Not the time, Atsumu. You’re looking up at him through your lashes, and his lips part, thinking about- not the time. He thought it was annoyance in your eyes, but the darkness seems to hold a different weight. Fists are balled by your side, and he’s not sure if you’re holding yourself back from punching a wall or something else.

“Fuck me, Atsumu.”

“What?” His brain is short circuiting, he thinks. ‘It’s not the time’ he repeats again and again. He’d promised to be nice to you and suddenly he’s not sure if that means talking you down or engaging with you in all the ways he wants to.

“You wanted to, right? Just fuck me.”

All of your body language is screaming at him to grab you and pull you in. Your palm crosses against his pectorals, your fingers curling to tease your nails down past his naval.

“You want me to beg Atsumu?” On tip toes you can push your body against his. Low and whispered against your voice is at the shell of his ear. “You want me to say please?”

The tensing of his muscles underneath his shirt makes you not want to pull away. You want Atsumu to want you. No, you want him to need you. To show you that you’re good for something. So you fall back on your feet, starting to turn away, heart dropping for a moment when he stays still. Maybe you’re the desperate one.

But then his hand grips around your arm, pushing you firmly against the row of lockers. His mouth crushes yours before you can even think of teasing him. Gripping under your ass, he brings your legs around his waist. You smile into the kiss as you notice he’s already half hard.

He almost growls into your sigh, realising that he does not have easy access to you like this. Slow ruts against you, easily bringing you against his crotch as Atsumu keeps you stuck between his body and the lockers. He needs convincing to let you away from him for even a second. “Say it again.”

“Please Atsumu. Please fuck me.”

It tips him over, sends him into some sort of feral need for your cunt. Dropping and rotating you, pushing you back up against the cool metal.

Fingers rip at your leggings and panties, rolling them just far enough down your ass. You think he may manage to leave you with bruises when he grabs your hips again. He is always on you, whether it’s his tongue on your neck, his hands pulling down your cami to cup your tits.

Your hands scramble behind you, desperately trying to pull at his pants. He’s quick to entertain you, bringing them down and tugging his cock a few times.

Foreplay be fucking damned. You think you’re wet enough, or at least the stretch and burn of Atsumu buried inside you will be enough to sedate your over active mind. “I need you inside me. I n- need you to fill me, ‘Tsumu.”

As much as Atsumu wants to treasure your body, give you all that you deserve, the pure desire that fills your voice drives him into a new space entirely.

His head presses at that tight ring of muscle, letting himself be lathered in your slick. Gathering spit in his mouth, he pushes it between his teeth to let it slowly drop on his cock. You whine, begging more and more. Pushing yourself back on him as best you can with your waistband keeping your thighs pressed together.

Atsumu’s thumb pushes his spit around your already stretched hole, then moving down to press against your clit. It’s enough for him to fully sheath himself, giving you the delicious burn you were hoping for.

You’ve never been fucked like this. Never been needy enough to beg for it, and fuck, maybe it’s because Atsumu seemed so eager to make you feel good before. Maybe it’s that you know you don’t have to feel anything more than his length pushing against your satin walls again and again. You’ll go home, and all the deranged things your mind made you do can stay here.

Words fall from your lips, you’ve been the one talking- begging so far. “Harder, please, please, please, fuck yes.” One large hand is holding your elbows together behind you, the other plucking at your nipples or passing over your clit. He can’t make his mind up, each one drawing a new sound from you until you're babbling under him. Going from nothing to having Atsumu smacking his hips against your ass, oversensitive everywhere as you’re grabbed and played with.

“Yeah? You can’t even beg for it anymore, huh?”

Glazed over eyes look back at him, as if his cock has been a complete shock to your system.

But you’re defiant. “P-Please,” he makes out through your gritted teeth.

It makes him think of things you both could do. Things that need safe words and more trust than he feels you’re willing to give.

He’s close, feeling his abdomen and thighs tingle and tighten. There’s some part of him that wants you to be open to ideas, open to the trust that they’d need. He would need it.

Quick thrusts slow. Atsumu moves deep and slow, his hand letting your arms go and wrapping under your chest. He almost fully pulls out before driving back in, leaving you gulping for air in short gasps. His fingers massage your clit, and instead of mocking you he’s whispering encouragement.

“You feel so good, so, hah, s’fuckin’ good. Wan— wanna make you feel it all, wanna make you feel good.”

You don’t even realise your satin walls are fluttering around him, but Atsumu does. The tightness of your pussy around him makes him want to fill you up with his cum, and then he realises. No condom. Fuck. He looks at your fucked out face, eyebrows raising in bliss.

More whispered praise against your ear, and now you can feel it too. The coil in your stomach that’s making you tighten, making you open your eyes in surprise. He’s not saying it, but all you can think about is Atsumu saying “I’ve got you” because you’re so sure he does. Holding you up and close to his body, wanting you to also feel the pleasure you can see etched across his handsome features.

Before you realise it’s happening you're falling, spasming around his cock. Repeating “‘Tsumu, ‘tsumu, ‘tsumu” in a rapturous melody. Moans echo around the locker room, and Atsumu’s pulling out from between your plush folds, leaving you to clench around nothing. His cum coats your ass, jerking himself off to completion, wishing so hard it was your cunt milking every drop from him.

Slow and sweet kisses pepper your shoulder and neck, the cheek that isn’t pressed into the metal. “You feel good?” he says softly between pecks.

“Yeah, I… I needed that.” His thumbs massage into your hips, as if he’s working out the bruises that will definitely be there tomorrow. It’s another show of care that leaves you unsettled. “Feel better without your cum on my ass.”

Atsumu lets out a low chuckle, and he steps back to admire his work. A pretty painting, if he says so himself. Tucking himself away, he has to leave you standing awkwardly to run and grab tissues. There’s sincerity in how he cleans you up too, not quick and hurried as he should be. His fingers smooth over the curve of your ass, leaving more kisses in his wake.

Once you’re clean, he neatens your hair and pulls your leggings back up. You smooth out your smudged mascara and you both head back towards the rink. It’s too quiet for too long, but before you can interrupt the silence he does.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Hmm?” you hum.

“You said you needed it. Frustrated about something?”

The cold hits you both as you push open the doors into the rink. Makito and Faiz nod at you both before going back to their conversation. Probably about how much you suck at anything close to passion, you think, the feelings you’d just managed to smother becoming too quick to resurface.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” His eyebrows deepen and his brown eyes are full of so much sincerity you can’t help but go on. “So, I did pairs skating for a while, like what you saw earlier.”

He lets out little hums as you talk, reassuring notes of interest. “But then I moved to singles, and lost the spark and, uh—”

“The passion.” Fuck Faiz and his fucking passion. Atsumu grins at him for a moment, and you’re waiting for the onslaught of teasing to begin, but it doesn’t. His eyes return to you, his smile stays, dropping from cheeky into something softer.

“That. Passion, the desire, the,” you gesture wildly, “the stuff that turns it from spins and jumps into a performance.”

“And that’s what you were doing with your friend?” Atsumu points at Makito.

“The lift? Yeah, seeing if I’ve still got it in pairs.”

In a flash Atsumu is lifting you for the second time today, grabbing you by the waist despite your “hey!” Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, the breath being pulled from you as he manhandles you easily.

One large palm spreads across your back, and your body is running on it’s latest experience, curving back. Is he also thinking about what just happened, thinking about how he was going to take you like this? His face still holds onto something dark, his eyes lingering with lust. You pray your own doesn’t betray you, that you can feign it as surprise.

“That’s it! That’s the look!” Atsumu and you both turn to your coach.

His eyes wide and excited, both hands pointing at your face. Faiz is almost jumping up and down on the spot. “That’s what will make people notice! You did it!”

Your cheeks warm, watching Atsumu try to lean back also, replicating what he saw Makito do earlier. He’s strong and beautiful and everything you’re sure many women want. But with his eyebrows drawn in deep concentration, trying so hard to be elegant… He looks utterly ridiculous. Like that you’re giggling, hands having to loop around his neck to keep yourself from laughing your way to the floor.

You sound so good when you laugh. The challenge of getting it out of you is what first caught Atsumu. A smile made his drunken self feel gooey. Now sober, the noise of you trying to even your breathing as you give him a full bodied laugh. It makes him want to cup your face, marvel at your eyes creasing, the way the corners of your lips curl.

“And it’s gone again.” Faiz sighs, but it’s warm and full of so many emotions but not disappointment.

Eyes full of sweet browns and honey catch you off guard. He’s looking too intently at you. Your smile fades, body going more rigid in his hands. Atsumu lets you drop, making sure you’re steady before his hands move from your waist.

Practice starts back up, Atsumu watching from the sidelines. He can’t hear the discussion well enough between the trio on the ice, and soon his attention splits back between you and his phone.

His thumbs move quickly, typing out a ‘you’ll never believe what just happened’ to the MSBY group chat before he pauses, and presses against the backspace. To share what just happened feels wrong. It felt a little too personal. You needed him for a moment. If he was to tell the team, it’d be a fun anecdote. There’s the chance they could piece together it was with you, and if he can convince you to come to a game…

Atsumu doesn’t want to mess it up.

So instead his fingers take him to a different message, and start to type again.

Me // 11:21am

>> oi, i got a question for u

Samu🍙 // 11:24am

>> yes you need to wash everywhere. including there.

Me // 11:24am

>> ok

>> guess i’ll ask someone else

>> scrub

Samu🍙 // 11:24am

>> don’t be a baby

>> what’s up

His quick typing stops for a moment, watching you jump into Makito’s lap once more, and then the three of you are grinning and high fiving.

Me // 11:25am

>> have u ever liked someone

>> like liked

Samu🍙// 11:25am

>> are you 12 years old

>> i’ve had literal girlfriends

>> i’m trying to get ready for the lunch rush and you’re asking me about crushes?

Me // 11:25am

>> is a few days too soon to know

Samu🍙// 11:26am

>> depends i guess

>> you like someone?

Atsumu doesn’t know how to respond to that, so just hits the call button.

“I told you I’m tryna be prepared,” Osamu immediately berates his older brother, talking about how there’s only so much time before he’s going to be swarmed.

“Well, if ya shut it for a minute, I’d be able to talk.”

“Fine. So who’s my favorite twin crushin’ on?” he asks the question in a song, making Atsumu regret the call in the first place.

“I’m your only twin, dumbass,” he mutters, interrupting Osamu before they go off topic again. “I don’t know if I like her. We’ve hooked up a few times,” a gross comes from down the line, “but she’s just cool. I don’t know, dude. I just want to get to know her more.”

“So what does it matter if you like her? Just get to know her.” Coming from Osamu it seems simpler. Sometimes his thoughts can run off, get muddled and confused and overwhelming. But Osamu’s always been the calmer, the one who can keep him on track and call him out when he needs it. If Atsumu is a boat in a storm, Osamu is the anchor.

A few more words are spoken back and forth, general housekeeping to know what’s happening in each other's lives, before Osamu has to work, and Atsumu is left with his thoughts. There’s still that annoying doubt at the back of his mind. A little worm that’s dug so far down, even with someone else helping it’s hard to get out.

What if you don’t like him?

You apologise for his cold rosy cheeks and how long he had to sit and watch. He reassures you that he had fun, the both of you headed back outside into the heat of the city. You fall into place easily next to one another, walking by the river rather than ordering a car back to the hotel. Atsumu had persuaded you, protesting that without the warmth of the sun, how could he ever regain feeling in his nose.

“Next time you’ll have to get me on the ice.”

“You already impressed Faiz so much, are you sure you’re ready for the career change?”

“I’m sure a publicist could work it,” he’s quick to respond, holding hands out wide in front of the both of you, “I can see it now. The great Miya Atsumu conquers the ice skating world. Is there anything he can’t get gold in?”

“Real humble, Miya,” you say with an exasperated smile.

“Miya?” he echoes, “and here I thought I was gonna get a nickname.”

You’re either looking up at him with a quizzical stare or the afternoon sun is in your eyes. Either way Atsumu notes that it’s a cute expression, one that brings out the flecks of colour in your irises.

Pausing for a moment, people shuffle around you, going about their days in the city. Bringing his lips to your ear, you can feel the width of his smile on your cheek. “‘Tsumu, ‘Tsumu, please ‘Tsumu” he whispers the whines - your whines - much to your dismay.

Pushing him away, you’re only reminded of the hard planes of his abs, and now there’s definitely heat rising in your face. “Shut it Miya,” you wish you said with more defiance. Your grumble let’s him know he’s won your embarrassment.

“Thought ya liked it when I talked,” he teases, twisting you around by the shoulder to keep walking. The way you try and avoid eye contact only makes him want it more, and deciding between poking fun and giving in is all too difficult.

You come around quickly though, Atsumu using his seemingly effortless charisma to smooth over jokes, bring you back out of your shell. There’s a feeling that he can, innately, get people on his side. Despite his seeming arrogance and over-confidence, he takes the quips you throw at him on his shoulder. Letting deep chuckles spill off his tongue and reassuring touches whenever he responds in a similar jest.

Atsumu tugs you left and right, pointing your way back to the hotel with ease. The walk proves longer than the twenty minutes Google Maps promised you, trusting Atsumu when he says he ‘knows these streets like the back of his hand’. He does know them pretty well, at least knows that right turns should in fact be left. But the banter and laughter you two are sharing is doing more to him than the sun. It’s still surface level, discussions about plans for the week, where your home is. There’s a segment featuring each of your favorite colours, foods and films.

“Really? Rear Window?”

“What? It’s a classic!”

“The fact that you’ve even seen it surprises me.”

He goes on to explain that yes, it was the only film available at the hotel, but that he admired the determination of the main character. You wouldn’t have pegged him for watching anything considered old, or classic, let alone admiring the story. “And Grace Kelly, right?”

“I mean,” he begins sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck “yeah but—”

Your giggles quiet him.

Eventually you’re back where it began, standing outside the hotel looking at one another.

“So, are you goin’ give me your number or am I goin’ to have to beg you for it?”

“Oh, there’s a chance you’ll beg for it?”

You don’t miss the glint in his eyes, flashing quickly before it passes. “Is that a no, Goldie?”

It would be easier if it was a no. Your hands are acting on want, pulling your phone out and handing it to him with contact screen open before you can think too much about it.

“You better text me.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Atsumu hopes that you will. Maybe asking him to a meal or if you need him again, to your room. He settles that want next to another. No running before you can even walk. Like Osamu said, just getting to know one another.

Afternoon practice is long. Time spent sweating and running and jumping for hours away from his phone. He’s thinking about hyper active teammates, making sure he’s setting just right for them. Touching you right. All of his energy spent on the blue and yellow ball before him. Spending his energy on you. Then he’s on to letting his mind be consumed by proteins and carbs and what he can eat over the next week. Maybe just a film in, rather than dinner out. Thinking about Kiyoomi who’s acting all analytical, watching the group and remarking on Atsumu’s performance.

“You seem distracted.”

But he’s not, of course. He can laugh it off and joke around with Bokuto in the locker room. Purposefully not thinking about earlier in the day. His heart wouldn’t race when he finally can open up his phone. It wouldn’t thump in his chest when he checks his notifications.

Unknown Number // 5:48pm

>> i can’t think of anything cool to say so

>> hi tsumu✨

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creatingnikki · 3 years

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10 things I know to be true: Mid-year edition

1. I am not the same person I was when 2021 began. I feel more grounded to reality now and out of the ocean of emotions that was drowning me and my ability to see people and things clearly.

2. I am proud of myself. Despite having everything go wrong I managed to meet my most basic and conventional goals by other means. I’m still figuring many of them out and it is surely a lonely path but oh well. I’m less anxious about it now.

3. I have a room of my own. Is that why I feel more like a writer this year than every before? Either way, I am writing a lot more fiction lately - irrespective of how utterly torturous that is - as well as creative non fiction and actually sharing it with the world! Outside of tumblr! How crazy is that? I don’t know about crazy but it definitely can be uncomfortable. But it’s about time I expand my comfort zone, right?

4. Therapy is helping me. Despite a horrible and traumatic first therapy session I gave another therapist a try and have been seeing them since March. Is therapy everything I imagined it to be? No. It’s not the way so many people make it out to be. It’s not like each session your therapist will leave you with a bunch of Insta-worthy quotes or revelations. But it’s giving me a safe space where I don’t have to think about how what I say will make the other person feel like with friends or family. More on this topic later x

5. I love contemporary literary fiction books. And can absolutely not do YA books anymore. I’m glad to understand how my reading preferences have changed over the last few years and in turn having better reading picks and less books that I DNF.

6. It’s okay if I never become that person who goes to bed at 11 pm and wakes up at 6 am. It’s fine as long as I sleep between 1 and 2 am. It’s fine as long as I wake up in the am. The dreams? I’ve been having a lot of whacky dreams since the year began and I moved into my new house. I guess my brain just has a lot of processing to do. I read that during your NREM sleep phase your brain sorts out neural connections by weeding out the unnecessary ones. In the REM sleep, when we dream, the brain strengthens the required connections. Maybe it’s just trying to do it’s thing, you know?

7. I want to read more books by authors who are not American or British. Why does that feel like such a scandalous thing to say? I don’t know. But yeah, I have started being more mindful about this and am just going to further prioritize that.

8. Physical exercise is hard. You know maybe some people never find that one that just clicks and is fun for them. Maybe that’s okay. As long as I do it because I know it’s very important for my body and brain, it’s fine if I don’t turn into one of those people who genuinely feel happy after a workout and call themselves a ‘fitness freak’.

9. People steal stories easier than you’d think. Even the most unsuspecting ones. So yeah just keep that in mind when sharing your ideas with your friends, etc.

10. Pivoting is a skill I need to hone. Sure, I thought life would be a certain way. Studied a specific degree in college. Wanted to live in a certain city. Be loved by a specific kind of person. But life as they say has its own plans and pivoting is how we stay afloat. Just like companies do. So, yeah, that’s something I want to build. That skill, attitude, and insight.

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Slow Down

Request(s): Ooooooo could you do a Luke x reader fic based on the song Slow Down by Why Don’t We?

+ Anonymous said:Luke x reader? He’s on tour halfway across the world but all he can think about is spending time with his girlfriend?

Word Count: 2.1k!

a/n: hey! i know that this doesn’t fully cover the second request so if you want something completely based off of that, just request again! Thanks for requesting anyway and I hope you enjoy! Also did you guys see Madi’s lives today??? The cake decorating??? THE COVER?? MY EARS ARE B L E S S E D update: not me forgetting to add tags

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Oh, I've been lying to myself and I might know why I miss the way you looked at me before you left New York (hey) I've been tryin' to find help, 'cause I can't deny The way that I feel when I'm with you Oh, I'd do anything to save ya

He could hear the fans screaming in excitement, the overall chatter of them but he couldn’t enjoy it at the moment. How excited they were to see the band. He was filled with nerves, and even though he was born to perform as many would say, he still couldn’t help feeling nervous.

It was no surprise that Julie and the Phantoms had gotten big, their music was amazing. After they played at the Orpheum, they got a lot of recognition and only ten months later they were whisked up on a tour, a new album out only a month ago gone viral. Everyone loved them, and they were finally living their dream.

Luke loved performing, it was second nature to him, but being on tour was very different from playing in the garage with the band like he was used to. So whilst he basked in the glory of the fans, there were still nerves and that’s what he felt right now.

Checking his phone, his foot tapped against the floor at a rapid pace, his guitar sitting to his right. Normally, playing his guitar would comfort him, but it wouldn’t right now, that’s why he needed you.

And thankfully, his worries that you weren’t going to answer as he heard your calming voice through his phone, “Hello?”

“Babe,” Luke replied, breathing out a sigh of relief when he let the nerves out of his body.

“Luke? Aren’t you supposed to be on stage right now?” You started, and he could hear the worry in your voice, “Is everything alright.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just nervous, that’s all. We’re just about to go on,” Luke informed you, eyes staying on the ground as he simply focused on you and not any of the fuss around him. Backstage concerts were always crazy like this, especially just before they started. No doubt someone would be through in a second to pester him about getting ready to go on stage.

“Luke, babe,” You said, your voice calming as you spoke to your boyfriend. You knew he was going to absolutely kiss it out there, he did every single time he performed, “You’re going to be amazing, okay? I’ve never met anyone as talented as you and the rest of the band. I’ll be cheering you on all the way from California.”

That brought a smile onto Luke’s face, making him bend down his face so he was facing the ground. He didn’t like everyone to know just how in love he was with you, and the beaming smile on his face would be a clear indication. It wasn’t like he was very good at hiding it anyway, he constantly talked about you, somehow managing to praise you like you were a god even if you did a simple task. He was completely and utterly in love with you, no one could deny that.

“Thanks, babe, I miss you so much. I will find time to see you at some point,”

“You better, I miss you too. Plus, who else am I supposed to jam with in the car when you aren't here?” You joked, laughing lightly with Luke.

Luke casts his hazel eyes up to the figure in front of him after catching on to the very professional shoes that stood just in front of him, catching eyes onto his manager, “Listen I gotta go, but I’ll call you tonight, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too, my rockstar,” You said teasingly, knowing that it always made Luke flustered when you called him that. It wasn’t long before you guys had finished saying goodbye and his phone was turned off and put away, guitar in hand as he was ushered on stage.

Yet, just before he got on stage, he stopped, whispering, “This is for you, y/n/n. I love you.”

And with that, he ran out, and the fans erupted into screams and cheers.

I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh

Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now

Turns out, that even if Luke did want to meet up, that the tour was far too demanding for that. It was two months since the time you called, and you guys still haven’t had the chance to meet up. Hell, you guys barely had time to facetime. Luke was on constant vocal rest, and the times he normally was available, you were in class.

It was safe to say, the distance, and the different time zones were definitely getting to you. Some people were too, saying how people go off on tours and lose feelings if their girl stays back home, they often find flings and extra stuff like that. You knew Luke wasn’t like that, and both Carrie and Flynn have cussed the girls out for putting that in your head when it was obviously not true, but you couldn’t help but think about it sometimes.

Luke barely picked up your calls anymore, and you knew that what he was doing was very time demanding, but you thought that at least he would make a bit of time for you. You guys did text of course, but you often wouldn’t get around to replying to each other until hours after so it wasn’t a stable conversation. You thought about flying out for a weekend, or taking a few days out of school and flying somewhere to meet him, but your college student finances were not stable enough for that and you didn’t want anyone’s help, not even Carrie’s when she offered.

After being deprived of your boyfriend for so long, you often found yourself wallowing alone in your college dorm, but that wasn’t where you were right now. Flynn and Carrie had somehow managed to drag you outside to a party, a red solo cup in your hand and a fancy top on with some nice jeans. You contemplated drinking but found yourself denying any alcohol that went your way, getting drunk probably wasn’t the most responsible way to go.

Yet, as you saw the couples, some sweet ones holding hands or hugging, and some a little more...heated, you couldn’t help but drown in the thoughts of him. This was supposed to be a distraction from your wallowing, but you felt even more miserable here than you did back in your dorm room. You wouldn’t be for long though, not when you found out who was here.

See ya, I wanna see ya, ah I wish you weren't so far so I could see ya, ah 'Cita, mamacita We were comfortable, we didn't understand but now we know

Two weeks before the party, Flynn found herself on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram before her phone went. She quickly answered, seeing Julie’s face pop up on the small screen with a smile. They talked for a while, just catching up and Julie shared some concert and fan stories before she asked, So how is everyone? Carrie? y/n?”

“Carrie’s doing good, Dirty Candy is slowly getting some recognition for themselves, I see a tour in their future,” Flynn said with a smile, trying to distract Julie from the subject of y/n. She knew that most likely, the boys would be close by, and she did not want to tell them how miserable she was without them. That would only damper their moods.

“That’s so cool! I’m really glad, they deserve it. How’s y/n?” Julie asked, a smile on her face but as she looked at the hesitation on her best friend’s face, she knew something was wrong, “Flynn, is y/n okay?”

However, Flynn quickly found out that her silence was not helping her in any way, and when Julie asked about y/n again, Luke who playing about with his guitar in the corner of the room caught onto her concern. He stood up, alarm flooding his features as he walked over, taking the phone from Julie.

When his face showed up on the video call, Flynn could see his concern and worry and it made her eyes go wide. She knew there was no getting out of this, “What’s up with y/n?”

“Nothing, she’s fine,” Flynn tried her best to dismiss, laughing awkwardly but when she looked back to the camera she could tell that Luke was not buying it.

“Flynn.”

“Really! She’s-”

“Flynn! You do realize this is my girlfriend?” Luke said, raising his voice slightly to get the girl to stop rambling, which she did. Luke was only growing more concerned for his girlfriend and annoyed at the girl for trying to keep something about his girlfriend away from him, “I wanna know what’s going on with her.”

“She’s just,” Flynn hesitates, trying to think of a way to make this easier on Luke without lying to him but she realizes that she needs to be straightforward with the guy. Sighing, she starts, “y/n misses you to the point that she holes herself up in her dorm, and only comes out for food and classes. Hell, she hardly gets out of her pajamas anymore, Luke. She’s taking this a lot harder than she’s telling you.”

Luke went quiet, a frown forming on his face when he realized what his girlfriend was doing. He knew that she couldn’t keep going on like that; he still had another two months left of the tour and she would have wasted months of her life locked in her dorm. He casts a glance towards Julie, before looking back at Flynn, “I’ll sort this out. I’ll send you the details once I work them out but clearly, something needs to change.”

And with that, Flynn hung up and Julie and Luke started to plot a plan...

I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh

Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down (need to slow down, slow down, whoa) Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now (things were so simple way before now)

“Y/n!” Carrie calls out, grabbing your attention from the red solo cup in your hand. You look up at her, giving her a small weak smile.

“Hey, Carrie,”

“You enjoying the party?” She asks, hands on her hips as she looks around the room with a smile on her face. She had a fitting golden dress on, much fancier than what you were wearing but you didn’t care.

You tried to wrack your brain for what to say, and how not to offend Carrie about her party. Her party wasn’t bad, you just...didn’t want to be there, “Uhh, it’s alright, yeah.”

“Well it’s about to get a lot better,” Carrie says, a wide smile coming on her face as she looked behind you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and saw him take a few steps away, a wide smile on his face. You stood there, shocked, this couldn’t be real, he was on tour. He wasn’t here, he couldn’t be.

But then, you sprinted, jumping into his arms, head leaning against his shoulder with your legs around his waist. He held you close to him, savoring the moments of you just being in his arms; something he had not got to experience in months.

Everyone at the party watched on but didn’t say anything, fond smiles on their faces for the reunited young couple. For you and Luke, however, it seemed as if you two were the only ones in the room, because no one else mattered at that moment.

You pulled your head up from his shoulder, eyes meeting his as the wide smiles that were on your faces only growing wider, never fainter. When you next spoke your voice was quiet, almost as if you believed if you spoke too loudly he would go away, you would realize this was just a dream, “Luke, you- you’re here.”

“I am y/n/n,” He whispered back, nodding his head as he leaned in and softly kissed your hips, your hands going to each side of his face, playing with the soft messy hair that he had. With eyes shut, you stayed in each other’s embrace, simply enjoying the moment, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Don’t leave me for so long ever again, I can’t live my life without you.”

Let's just say, you two were never parted for too long after that.

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"Ya think they know?"

It wasn't an easy-to-answer question Nobu was posing there, but he felt a heavy weight lifting off his shoulders as the words finally left his mouth.

Charlie put his book down and pulled himself up into a marginally more upright position as they laid cuddled together in their train compartment's bed, reading.

"How d'ya mean?" he wondered, blinking down at the man resting against his chest.

Nobu drew a breath to answer, but paused. He knew the way he worded that question could mean a couple of things, and all of them had been weighing him down.

"About... all of it, I guess," he thus answered, looking briefly up at Charlie before listening to the other man's heartbeat again. "About me, 'bout you, us... this whole misadventure."

"I wouldn't call it misadventure, Nobu," Charlie said softly, playing lazily with the other's short hair. "I mean, look at what we achieved. But as for that... I don't think me family knows 'bout it. Nothing ya really put in the papers, right? An' what might make it into the papers... There's not really much o' a connection to us, is there?"

Nobu nodded.

"An' they already know 'bout ya," Charlie continued, gently caressing the other's cheek. "No one uttered a bad word 'bout ya since the wedding, so no need to worry there." Charlie shuffled and pressed a kiss onto the crown of Nobu's head. "And trust me, if anyone would have a problem with ya, Ada would rip'em a new one."

Nobu chuckled softly, and sighed.

"But what about us being together?" he wondered.

"Same deal," Charlie shrugged, giving Nobu's arm a squeeze. "But we'll find out for certain soon enough."

Something about Charlie's tone wasn't right. Nobu shifted a little to look at his lover once again.

"Yer alright?"

Charlie blinked once more, nodding.

"Am. Just still tryin' to wrap my head around everythin'. This was a bit bigger than anything we did before."

"It sure was."

And Charlie sighed.

"Wanna hear the punchline? The bit I find hardest to grasp is that ya actually love me back, and confessed first. All these years, we rode together and..."

Now Nobu sat up and smiled, bemused.

"We're both two oblivious fools, ain't we?" he said, now resting his head against Charlie's shoulder.

"Oblivious and both in bloody denial, Nobu," Charlie answered, taking the smaller man's hand. "But I'm glad you said something. I'm not certain I woulda had the courage to do so."

Now Nobu blinked.

"Ya really think so?"

Charlie nodded, smiling bitterly.

"With all that happened, I guess if you would not have said anything there and then... I woulda started tellin' meself that ya don't have the same feelings for me. 'Cause when all that crap didn't encourage ya to say anything..."

"It wouldn't have encouraged ya either by the sound of it," Nobu deadpanned, looking a little grumpy. "And yer the more courageous of the two of us."

Charlie awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Well... I..." he began, but Nobu gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"But I get ya. I... I think I woulda jumped to the same conclusion 'bout ya had I not said anything."

Charlie smiled and put the book away, turning to Nobu to gently kiss his forehead.

"We're a match made in... God knows where..." he chuckled, cuddling into the pillow.

Nobu did the same.

"Ya think we'll ever see the others again?" he wondered as Charlie turned off the small lamp. "I mean, they said they'll stay in contact, but..."

"I'm quite certain 'bout Mrs. Meadows. Can't imagine Blayne won't keep his eye on us, and she'll be the best way to do so. With O'Brian, Burke an' their brethren, I'd say it depends on what the world has in store for'em. Miss Florence will certainly write." Charlie hummed in thought. "I think the only real tricky one will be Lynwood, what with him moving to England. He'll either write eagerly or will get wrapped up in work again."

Nobu nodded gently. This sounded about right.

"Those were some weird weeks," he said.

Charlie sighed in agreement.

"That they were. But one can't argue we didn't end our career as outlaws on a high note."

"As if you'd actually give up on gamblin' and hustlin'."

Charlie laid his arm around Nobu, pulling him closer.

"I'll cut it down for ya, an' ya know that," he said, giving Nobu a loving squeeze. "But now we should sleep. I'd like to be awake properly when we meet me family."

"Yeah, not riskin' givin' them any advantage."

Both men chuckled, and Nobu leaned up to kiss Charlie's cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Charlie returned the kiss. "Good night."

"Good night."

~~o~~

The next morning came, and Nobu woke to the conductor knocking on the compartment door, announcing that they'll reach their destination in less than an hour.

Nobu sat up, yawned, and looked down at Charlie, watching the other man's chest rise and fall gently. And after a moment, Nobu playfully ran a hand over Charlie's stomach. Charlie stirred awake, blinking blearily at his lover.

"G'morning," he slurred, squirming a bit. "Ya really took a liking to tickling me awake, didn't ya?"

Nobu sighed and searched Charlie's eye.

"I..." he began. "I guess I'm tryin' to tell meself this ain't a dream."

Charlie smiled and reached up to caress Nobu's cheek.

"I get that. I think I told ya that I'm still wrappin' me head around all of it." Charlie cocked his head. "But I get the impression yer really worried 'bout things."

"Am," Nobu admitted. "We got a new life ahead o' us, and..."

"Yer scared, no matter how much ya wanted it?"

Nobu nodded, and Charlie pulled him into a gentle hug.

"Look, Nobu, I can't promise ya that life will be outrageously easier now. But it should be a less rocky road. An' we've weathered so many storms together already, I think we can weather the next few as well."

Nobu nuzzled his face into the crook of Charlie's neck, humming gently. It took a moment before he sat back up, looking down at Charlie.

"Yer counting tellin' yer family we're together as one of'em storms?" he asked, all perfect innocence. And Charlie snorted a laugh.

"Oh, that depends on how obnoxious they'll be about it," Charlie answered, stretched and clambered out of bed. "But I ain't tellin' ya nothin' new when I say ou'll fit right in with the bunch o' altruistic hens that me family is."

Now Nobu laughed as well, watching Charlie get dressed.

"Ya warned me before," he joked then, getting up himself.

It wasn't until everything was packed and the train slowed as it neared the station that Charlie fell thoughtful again.

"Penny for yer thoughts?" Nobu asked.

Charlie looked at him, and then at the window, watching the scenery go by.

"Told ya, still lettin' things sink in. Right now it's mostly the fact that I haven't seen me family in person since Grace's wedding."

Nobu nodded.

"We sure got a lot to tell'em..."

Charlie smirked.

"I reckon those tales will be a good warm up till we get to the big reveal."

"Ya mean that we saved the world or that we got together?"

Charlie pretended to earnestly ponder this.

"Yes," he then said with a cackle, and earned a gentle elbow to the side for it. But Nobu chuckled as well.

"We should go then," Nobu said as the train stopped, shouldering his bag. "I'm certain I saw Ada and Oscar waitin' for us."

~~o~~

Now, Charlie was never the kind of person to get overwhelmed too easily. But arriving at one's family's home and being greeted by around a dozen-something friendly faces will very easily do the trick.

Charlie had barely gotten off the carriage when he was swarmed by various nephews and nieces, and while Oscar carried their luggage inside, Ada took the opportunity to have a small heart-to-heart with Nobu a bit away from the group.

"Whatever ya did after Potter's Springs musta been a big one to get Charlie to come home for good after all this time," she said, watching Charlie for a bit.

Nobu smiled askew.

"Don't be like that. Ya know how much he'd have loved to be here more often. An' yer one to talk. Yer always out an' about yerself." Then Nobu realized something and his eyes grew wide. "Wait, how do ya know about..."

"Potter's Springs? Josie wrote to me when that Pinkerton agent of yers got ya stuck in town for a bit." Ada smiled slyly. "Can't believe ya an' Charles worked with a bloody Pinkerton."

Nobu sighed.

"Neither could we."

"Did ya leave him to rot in the end?"

Nobu furrowed his brow.

"No. Truth be told, he... he's not that bad a person. And he quit his job."

Ada chuckled.

"Good call." She patted Nobu's back. "Come, ya gotta meet the other new members o' the family."

Nobu nodded and followed her, only to stop dead in his tracks when he realized something else.

"W-why did ya word it like that?"

With a smirk, Ada waved him to follow.

"I'll tell ya when Charlie's in hearin' range. Would spoil all the fun otherwise."

By all means, Nobu couldn't say that that sounded promising, but there was nothing else he could do but follow.

About ten or fifteen minutes later Nobu and Charlie had been introduced to all the new members of the family, and another ten till they were seated on a large and nicely decorated breakfast table.

Something that made Charlie squirm with a bit of embarrassment.

"Ya did this all for us?" he asked, to which his mother ruffled his hair after putting a basket of boiled eggs down.

"Ya been away from home for so long, Charlie, and ya pulled quite a stunt in New Hamelin." As you and Charlie blinked a little confused, Charlie's mother smiled and retrieved a newspaper from the shelf, handing it over. "We do get the papers out here, Charles. An' yer not goin' to tell me this kinda thing isn't right up yer alley."

Charlie cleared his throat quite abashed, putting the paper back down.

"Well, yes..." he began.

"Glad to see ya ended on a high note," Ada noted. "One last big thing before you an' Nobu settled down. So, what are yer plans now?"

Charlie quirked a brow.

"Get a job, I guess."

"As what?" Ada teased. "With yer skillset ya'd be best suited for politics, but ya got too good a heart for that."

Charlie snorted a curt laugh and leaned back.

"Yer kind as always, Ada. I was thinking 'journalism'. Maybe writing. Good respectable work, that."

Something about this made a smile tug on Nobu's lips.

There was some agreeing murmuring, some nodding and some eyerolling around the table, before Ada looked at Nobu.

"An' you?"

Nobu winced, taking a deep breath.

"I dunno yet. I-I mean I'm no good with words an' all, but... maybe I can find something at a bookstore in the city. A library. Ya know I like to read."

"Well, good to know Charlie will have someone to read what he put out," Ada quipped, grabbing the breadbasket and helping herself to a small tower of rolls. "But that aside, why don't ya tell us the whole story."

"Yes," Grace chimed in. "What happened that made ya finally decide to settle down with Nobu."

"Well, it's quite a long..." Charlie began, but then narrowed his eye at his sister. "Why did ya word it like that?"

Grace giggled in response, while Ada did her best to not start laughing out loud. Charlie cast Nobu a suspicious glance, and Nobu, albeit just for a moment, wished the ground would open and swallow him whole.

"I think they know," Nobu mumbled, and Charlie frowned.

"We suspected," Ada corrected. "Since Grace's wedding, the way the two o' yer been with each other..."

"Why didn't ya say anything?" Charlie protested, to which Grace spoke up.

"Charlie, that kinda thing is something the two of ya had to come to terms with for yerself," she said. "But to tell the truth, if ya wouldn't have gotten together by now Ada woulda set out to screw yer heads back on right."

Charlie and Nobu turned their gazes to Ada, who smiled back self-satisfied.

"Look at ya two," she said. "Ya've been workin' together so well since ya met, and one would have to be really oblivious to not notice that." He smile softened. "But I know yer both... yer both the kind of people who deny themselves that anything good can ever happen to them for a longer time. But..."

Charlie waved her off, taking a deep breath.

"We... already figured we're oblivious fools, no need to rub it in," he said, clearing his throat.

"That you are," Ada agreed, and smiled. "But we're all happy ya finally figured it out."

Charlie smiled at Nobu, and Nobu smiled back, nudging Charlie's leg below the table.

"But now let's eat," Ada called, "before it all gets cold."

"Can't argue with that," Charlie muttered, getting Nobu to chuckle.

~~o~~

"Charlie?" Nobu asked as they sat on a bank in the house's small garden, catching their breath after breakfast.

"Mhnn?"

"I've been thinking."

"About?"

"What do ya think?" Nobu smiled, resting his head against Charlie's shoulder. "About what yer family said. About us. We been so busy with wrappin' our heads 'round what happened in Devil's Creek, an' us being two godforsaken fools that we didn't even think about just what we're goin' to do now."

Charlie smiled, leaned his head against Nobu's and laid an arm around the other man.

"We still had a good answer to it, don't ya think?"

Nobu pondered this.

"Yes, but... I mean I can imagine ya writin' books, but I-I can't see myself sellin' any... or anything."

Charlie pressed a gentle, careful kiss to Nobu's temple.

"I'm sure ya can," he said, squeezing Nobu's shoulder. "An' we got time now. We're not on the run anymore."

"There's still people who have a bone or two to pick with us."

Charlie nodded with a sigh.

"I know. But we can handle them. Settling down doesn't mean lettin' one's guard down, now does it."

Nobu nodded.

"Are ya scared," Charlie asked softly.

"A bit. Not just about that... about everythin'."

"Me too, that much I can tell ya." Charlie looked forlornly at the sky for a moment, caressing Nobu's shoulder absentmindedly. "It's weird, innit?"

"Mhnn?"

"All the things we've been through an' this is what we're scared 'bout the most."

"Well," Nobu began, pondering. "I guess it's 'cause we've never been in such a situation before. It was always 'us and where we go from here for the next hustle'. Now it's... Us and where we'll go from here for us."

Charlie chuckles gently.

"Yeah, it is." Then he shuffled around, looking at Nobu. "Well, where do we go from here?"

Nobu blinked.

"Didn't we just talk 'bout that?" he wondered.

"I mean literally," Charlie said, leaning back again and looking up at the sky wistfully. "The world is big, Nobu. There's a lot of places to go an' see, an' about as much to stay there for a bit longer than we usually do. So, where do we go from here? See the world? Build a small house somewhere on the frontier? Go back to civilization?"

Charlie's gaze was gentle and free of any sarcasm as he looked back at Nobu. And Nobu just smiled, just as gentle and honest, before he cuddled against Charlie again, laying the other man's arm around his shoulder once more.

"I don't know yet. I guess I'll see," he said, entwining his fingers with Charlie's.

Charlie chuckled softly, giving Nobu's hand a soft squeeze.

"Yes... But... it's funny. I know one thing for certain." He smiled and cupped Nobu's chin, pressing a tender, loving kiss onto the other's lips. "I won't go anywhere without you by my side."

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