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Thanksgiving, Medium Rare
MSR | Post IWTB | 628 Words | tagging: @today-in-fic
November 25, 2009
“What do you mean everyone is coming to our house?” 
Hiding in a supply closet at the hospital, Scully pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand and held the phone with the other. “Mom’s kitchen flooded while she was out and shorted out the refrigerator. So the food is all spoiled and the kitchen needs significant work to repair the damage and Bill’s family is already on a plane…” she trailed off. 
“We can’t just go to a restaurant?” 
“For Thanksgiving? Mulder.” She’d known he wasn’t going to be excited about this when her mom had called to ask. “We are in our 40s. We can handle hosting a family gathering.”
She heard him sigh. “Ok. Well, considering you work until nine tonight and tomorrow’s the big day, I guess this is on me.”
“I’m sorry. I have a couple minutes now if you want help making a list.”
“I think I can figure it out. So. Plan dinner, go grocery shopping, clean the house… I need to get some woodland creatures in to help.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Mulder-rella.”
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“Where’s the turkey?”
“About that.” He joined her in front of the open fridge. “They didn’t have any more at the store. So.” He reached in, grabbing a hunk of red meat. “Thanksgiving steaks!” 
She stared at him for a long moment. “You’re serious.”
“What? I know how to cook these, they’re delicious, and, by the way, more expensive per pound than a turkey. I think this really shows the high esteem in which we hold our guests.”
As if her family didn’t already question all her choices in life, she was now going to serve them Thanksgiving steaks. 
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She was mashing potatoes when her mom joined her in the kitchen. “Steak is an interesting choice.”
Though Scully agreed, she knew she had to present a united front with Mulder on this. “There weren't a lot of options at the store. And steak is delicious. Mulder is very good at grilling it.”
“Ok, honey.” Her mom didn’t sound terribly convinced. 
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“Why can’t we have turkey?” Bill and Tara’s eldest whined as everyone began serving themselves. 
Despite her love for her nephew, she wanted to smack him upside the head at the moment. She’d spent the day in the kitchen with Mulder making sides. Her feet hurt. The table was laid with a pretty good meal on less than twenty four hours notice, and all everyone could focus on was the lack of a stupid turkey. 
“Matt, we’ve been over this,” Tara cut in. “Be thankful for the wonderful meal your aunt and uncle prepared.”
Scully saw Bill bristle at Mulder being his child’s uncle, before saying, “Next year we’ll have a real Thanksgiving, son.”
Good lord, this day couldn’t be over soon enough. 
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“We are never hosting again.”
“Aw, come on Scully, it wasn’t that bad.”
She leaned against him, and his arm dropped from resting on the couch to wrapping around her shoulder. 
“You realize this is going to go down in family lore. The time when loony Aunt Dana and Uncle Mulder served steaks at Thanksgiving. It’s like the Thanksgiving that Missy had the stomach flu and threw up all over the table.”
“I don't know how you can compare steaks to barf.”
She chuckled. “You’re right. It was better than barfs-giving.”
He kissed the top of her head. “A ringing endorsement for our cooking if I ever heard one.”
She turned to look up at him. “Thanks for putting all this together. And sorry everyone was an ass about the steaks.” She stretched her neck to give him a peck on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He stroked her arm, before returning his attention to the TV. 
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haunted-plush · 11 months
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Shower Me With Kisses
A KyMarried au fic (nsfw)
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"Meow?"
"Teehee, no, it's not for you, kitty. I already fed you, silly boy."
Eric looked down and the black and white fluffball winding around his legs as he stood at the stove browning the ground beef in a pan. He went over to give the spaghetti a stir in the pot so they wouldn't stick together or to the sides, and went back to tending to the meat.
He glanced over at the clock and frowned. It was 6:42, far past the time his husband should've been home. He sighed exasperatedly and wiped his hands on his apron, making his way over to the pantry to get spices for the beef.
While he was seasoning it, the timer went off and he took the pot off the stove, putting the noodles into the strainer and turning off both burners he was using. 
The spaghetti, meat, and red sauce all went into the pot, making a delicious meal more than enough for two. But it looked like Eric would be eating it alone.
He scooped it into a nice big bowl for himself and sat down, no need to get another one. He decided to give it a few more minutes and pulled out his phone.
Five minutes went by.
Then it was ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Eric's stomach growled, and he sighed and dug into the spaghetti. It was delicious. He ate in silence, watching a youtube video on his phone. When he finished, he put his dishes in the dishwasher. He started at the pot in disappointment for a moment before putting the leftovers in containers in the fridge and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He ran the load, and went to the living room, his three cats following behind.
It was even later when Eric heard the apartment door open, not even bothering to look up from his book. He could tell by the smell alone that Kyle had been to the gym. When he walked past without giving him a kiss on the cheek or even a verbal greeting, he growled under his breath and slammed his book shut.
He got up off the couch and stormed over to the bathroom, almost tripping over his husband's gym bag laying in the doorway.
He stood there with his arms crossed, staring at Kyle, who was wordlessly undressing, until he finally looked up and noticed Eric.
"What?"
"You knew I was making spaghetti tonight. You were going to be there."
Kyle sighed.
"It was a long frustrating day at work, and I went to the gym to blow off some steam. I'm sorry you were left alone tonight."
"I didn't even see you this morning! You were gone before I was awake! Which is rare, since I'm the one who feeds the cats."
"Like I said, it was a long and tiring day."
Kyle went back to taking off his clothes, leaving them in a sweaty heap on the floor, and Eric advanced physically and verbally.
"Did you even fucking eat?"
Kyle responded without looking up.
"I finished the bag of beef jerky in my car and I got a post workout drink from the vending machine."
This was apparently too much for Eric, who snapped back even angrier.
"Well I hope you fucking enjoy heating up those leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I'm not making you dinner only for you to not eat it and make you lunch also. Maybe I should just stop expecting to see you altogether, huh? I can't believe the first thing you do when you come home late is run for the shower without so much as a word."
"Dammit, Eric, why are you so bitchy? It was one day, calm down. I'll see you tomorrow morning, and in the evening. But right now I'm hot, and I'm sweaty, and I want a hot shower."
Eric stood there with his arms crossed, pouting. He muttered something under his breath, which Kyle heard.
"Fuck did you say?"
"Nothing."
"No, you're mumbling something. What was it? Don't be a child, Eric."
"It's just that you're always too tired or too busy these days to… to…" 
It started as a yell, but puttered out by the end to flustered stuttering. 
Kyle looked up and put his hand on his husband's shoulder.
"To… have sex?"
"Do you have to be so blunt about it!?"
"We've literally been married for over a year now, but okay…"
The smaller man sighed.
"I'm sorry, I don't actually care. It's just… we haven't been able to find time to be intimate together in weeks. A month, maybe. I guess today was the straw that broke the camel's back."
Neither of them said anything for a moment before the redhead spoke up.
"Then let's do it right now."
"What?"
"Right now. Come and shower with me."
Eric had snapped his gaze over to meet Kyle's, and he looked into his eyes for a moment.
"Yeah… yeah, that sounds great, Kahl."
The taller man chuckled.
"What, you're using my first name? No 'sweetheart', no 'babe', no nothing?"
Eric laughed cutely.
"I'm still a bit mad at you."
Kyle rolled his eyes and started pulling off his husband's top.
"Whatever, just get in here."
Their clothes were left in unorganized piles on the floor, black and pink lumps mixed together. Kyle turned on the water and stepped under, not caring that for the moment the water was freezing.
He held out his hand and Eric took it, tentatively stepping in with him, trying to avoid the spray until it heated up at least some. 
The water soon turned hot and Eric wrapped his arms around Kyle's shoulders.
"Mmm, that feels good."
"Heh, it feels even better for me. I'm all gross and sweaty remember?"
"That's hot."
Kyle threw his head back and laughed at Eric's remark, which he made without missing a beat.
"And this isn't hot?"
Kyle's hands went around Eric's waist, and one of them slowly trailed down to his ass, which he squeezed gently. 
Eric whimpered slightly.
"Fuck, it's been too long…" he whispered.
Kyle smiled devilishly.
"I'll make it extra good then."
The steam had begun to fog up the glass door and the mirror, and there were faint white clouds filling the whole room's atmosphere.
Eric put his face into his husband's chest and hugged him as close as he could.
"Oh please do."
Kyle stuffed his nose into Eric's wet brown hair, groping his ass with one hand and his rolls with the other.
"Heh, you're needier than I thought. You want me to keep going? Hmm?"
Eric's knees went a bit weak, and he had to take a deep shaky breath. He leaned down and grabbed the shampoo bottle.
"Let's take care of this first, then we can get to the fun," he said, opening the bottle and squeezing some out onto his hand.
"You just want an excuse to put your hands in my hair."
"Hmm, maybe," said Eric, grinning as he reached up and began to massage Kyle's hair so the shampoo would foam up. Kyle closed his eyes and let Eric's fingers work. All the while he gently ran his hands up and down his body, and even though nothing was really happening he somehow found himself breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting, and he had to lean against the wall.
"I think I'm more starved than I realized, too," he managed to get out between breaths. He opened his eyes when he felt Eric removing his hands, and saw him squirting another substance onto a loofah.
"I need to wash your gross sweaty self, you nasty boy." Eric scowled when he said it, but when Kyle caught his eye he saw sparks of laughter in it. Kyle let his husband scrub him down, enjoying every second, every stroke on his skin. He put a hand on Eric's head, exhaling. 
Before long he was all lathered up, covered in white fluffy foam. He stood there and watched Eric rinse him off, holding out his arms and legs for him. While Eric was busy with Kyle's leg, he slowly looked up into his face, making eye contact. He looked so small like that, bent down in the shower, washing his husband. Meeting Kyle's eyes with his own large brown and blue ones. 
Without a word, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned forward until his lips were brushing the spot just above Kyle's hard dick. He slowly opened his mouth and slid it inside, his tongue smoothly gliding around it, a familiar feeling to the both of them.
He closed his eyes and Kyle put his hand back on his head, letting out a long breath as he felt his dick being sucked and the hot water streaming down his back and shoulders.
"Mmm, you always do it just the way I like," Kyle mumbled breathlessly. Eric responded by putting his hands on Kyle's hips, feeling them and his lower torso up. Kyle involuntarily pushed his hips into Eric's mouth with a small thrust, which made the smaller man whimper and suck harder, savoring his dick like it was the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth. 
Too bad his spaghetti hadn't gone in Kyle's mouth.
Kyle scrunched his eyes in pleasure, furrowing his brow and tightening his grip on Eric's hair, putting his other hand which had been laying idly by his side next to it. He grunted, gritting his teeth, while Eric made moaning sounds, pressing his face against his husband's lower torso as if it would never be enough.
"Grrgh, Er-eric, god, fuck-" 
He had to reach out one of his hands to steady himself against the wall, about to cream in Eric's mouth, but he pulled his dick away at the last moment. Eric made a small whimper, perhaps not even of his own volition, craning his neck a little, the saliva connecting from his still parted lips and tongue to Kyle's dick, it all mixing with the shower water.
"What-" but before Eric could finish, Kyle stood him up and turned him around, pushing him into the corner between the wall and the glass shower cover with a sharp gasp from Eric.
"Legs apart," he growled, almost ferally, a far cry from his gentle tone of voice earlier. Eric quickly obeyed, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. Before anything else could happen, he let out a yelp as Kyle's dick plunged in between his sizable ass cheeks.
He felt himself being pounded from behind as he leaned against the wall for support, gasping and moaning. Kyle’s hands held Eric’s sides with a strong grip, feeling his soft wet flesh as his dick was pleasured immensely. He let out growls and grunts, his lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Fuck, Eric, you happy now? Grrgh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Eric couldn’t do anything but nod violently as he let out loud breathy moans, his dick quivering and his knees trembling. Kyle leaned forward and shoved his face into the crook of Eric’s neck, opening his mouth to put his teeth on his flesh, though he didn’t actually bite down.
Eric felt a whole load be blown into him, thick and hot. He leaned forward, his legs weak, opening his mouth and letting the loudest longest moan yet escape, tears forming in his eyes and streaming down his face as it mixed with the shower water.
“Kaaaahhl, oh my god, K-kaahl-”
His own cum spurted out of his penis, buckets of it, coating the walls and the glass. Eric stood there with his head hanging between his arms, every muscle in his body trembling, and his breath heaving in and out of his chest as he took in hot stuffy air to fill his lungs with. Kyle leaned forward and slid his arms around his torso, pulling him close and letting him lean on him for support. Eric responded by turning to face his husband and putting his face in his chest, leaning into him with his whole being as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders for further support. 
They stood under the hot steady stream of water as they rinsed off, Kyle taking the time to put conditioner in, and standing wordlessly under the shower head as he rinsed it out. He turned around and turned it off, stepping out and grabbing a soft white fluffy towel and wrapping it around his smaller husband, who currently had his head drooping and eyes that seemed so so heavy.
Kyle dried himself off and then dried off Eric, making sure he was nice and warm afterwards. He led him into their bedroom, where he put boxers and nice warm pajamas on him. He picked him up bridal style after putting his own clothes on and walked him to the bed, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes with his nose and planting a kiss on his forehead. 
He gently set his husband down on the mattress, who had already fallen asleep, looking peaceful and honestly downright adorable. Kyle smiled gently, grateful for his husband and everything that he did. How did they get here? One day you’re screaming at each other, ready to throw hands, and the next you’re pounding ass in the shower that you share. Crazy world.
Kyle sighed and laid down next to Eric, facing him and draping his arm over him. His face was so precious while he was asleep, relaxed and peaceful, and Kyle enjoyed looking at his round features in general. 
He was surprised when his eyes fluttered open, and in a moment focused on him.
“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, smiling.
“No problem, Eric,” Kyle smiled back. Kyle leaned in and pressed his lips against his husband’s, whispering even quieter this time.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Eric’s breathing became deep and rhythmic, and Kyle knew he’d fallen asleep. He cradled him close, putting his lips on top of his head and falling asleep like that, kissing him the whole night long.
♡♡♡
(Big big thanks to @wndelta for beta reading! You're a star!)
(-Salty)
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jaijabbers · 1 year
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Hey, don't cry, make some food, okay?
Long post warning (on mobile so sorry if formatting is weird
Get oyster mushrooms
BBQ sauce
Season Salt, pepper, garlic powder (and whatever you want)
Buns (I used kaiser rolls and it is divine)
Cucumber
Cheese of your choice
Mix your seasonings into your BBQ. After wiping your mushrooms off, pull your mushrooms apart. Shred them with your hands. Have fun with it. Use a knife if you wanna. Throw all that shit in a pan on low heat, mix well, cover, and let simmer until it's half the volume it was and kinda translucent. It should look uncomfortably meat like.
Toast your bun however you like. Dress it with mayo or more BBQ or whatever else. The world is your oyster (mushroom)
While waiting for those two things to do their thing, take a potato peeler and peel thin ribbons of the cucumber. Set aside
Bun, mushrooms, cheese, (you may choose to broil at this point or not. I recommend), cucumber ribbons, bun.
I also did this with the meat off of some ribs I made for the meat eaters of the fam and they loved it. Use what ya got! It's BBQ.
Enjoy. There's very little dishes involved if you don't make coleslaw from scratch like I did. But here's my coleslaw recipe anyway
1/2 head green cabbage
1/4 head red cabbage
2 grownup carrots
1/2 cup mayo
3 tablespoons lemon juice
1 tbsp vinegar (I used white but ACV tastes better imo)
4 tbsp sugar
Salt and pepper to taste
Slice the cabbage up real thin, peel your carrots like the cucumber. Mix the sauce separately and toss everything together well. Let sit for an hour or overnight for best results.
Anyway that's what I had for dinner tonight. You'll have coleslaw for DAYS so try and give it away. It's pretty much recession proof.
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Love you, eat well! 💛
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dirty-lyres · 2 years
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We’re Baaaack!!!
Sorry it’s been so long since we have posted anything or have been here.  We should be posting pretty regular content.  Come check it out.  Here is a short story that we have just written.  Enjoy!!!
                                       Jory and the Magic Seed
 “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley…,” the minstrel sang from the small stage. He was performing at the Red Rooster Tavern, one of five taverns in the town of Flunderhill. The Rooster was crowded! It was a weekend night, so the Rooster was featuring live music, and the drinks were flowing freely. The song, titled Jory and the Magic Seed, was a crowd favorite, and the minstrel was really getting into it. The song explained how Jory Tannerson had found the magic seed,and planted the dragon tree that lured dozens of dragons to the valley right outside of Flunderhill. This of course made Jory the most disliked person in the whole town, even though everyone loved the song.
 “I hate this DAMN song,” Jory muttered darkly as he slunk down in his chair, trying his best to avoid the eyes of the tavern’s patrons who had turned his way when the song started. He was half-heartedly picking at a bowl of Cock-a-Doodle Stew, a house special, as he sat by himself in the corner of the tavern. Pipe smoke, and the smell of roasted meat, hung on the air rising upwards to infuse the wooden rafters. The Rooster was a popular tavern due to its antique wooden design, its clean atmosphere and generous portions of food and drink. Most of the glares directed at Jory by the patrons contained standard disgruntlement but some bordered on outright anger.  
 “What is up with this minstrel…this is the third time he’s played this song tonight!” Jory thought miserably as he tried to sink even further into his chair.  How was he supposed to have known what a magic seed did?  It’s not like he was a wizard, or someone who studied magic at some fancy magic school.  He just found it in a half rotten pouch at an abandoned campsite.  He knew it was magical the moment he touched it though, as a shocking kind of energy had run through his hand.  He just hadn’t known it would grow into a tree that would blossom and draw dragons, like flies to honey.  Something smacked him in the back of the head, drawing him out of this thoughts.  A bottle cork rolled to a stop by his foot to the sound of laughter behind him.  He turned around but too many faces were laughing to figure out who had thrown it.  He was still looking around the common room as the minstrel hit the chorus:
 Jory just didn’t think
He just didn’t think about dragons…
Jory planted his seed
It grew without heed bringing dragons…
Jory left us this curse
Not one could be worse than the dragons…
Jory can’t take it back
Left us holding the sack
Sack of dragons….
 He found his traitorous foot tapping along to the music, his big toe raised above the other toes just a bit.  His cheeks turned red as he looked around quickly to see if anyone in the room had seen him enjoying the song.  He truly hated this song, but he was willing to admit, at least to himself, that the rhythm was exceptional.  The Red Rooster was the only tavern in town that still allowed him through the doors.  That was probably due to the fact that his brother-in-law, Bastian, owned it.  But that was still an iffy thing, as he, Jory, was the pariah of Flunderhill, and Bastian knew it.  
 He strained to think of some way to get rid of the tree and the dragons! He just wanted to be welcome in town once more! Maybe even find steady work or someone to love, and then settle down.  
 “As if someone would look at him twice in Flunderhill, even if he DID get rid of the dragons,” he snorted. Looking around the tavern and seeing no warmth in any woman’s eyes, he further mused, “Maybe an out-of-towner.” Trying to chase thoughts of the future from his mind, he chided himself, “Focus Jory, Focus.”
 The only saving grace in all of this was the fact that the dragons mostly left the town alone.  Occasionally one would fly overhead and poop kind of like a bird. That was always bothersome. Other times one or more would come sauntering through town heading someplace. Sometimes stuff would get damaged, or knocked over. Again, bothersome. Nevertheless, apparently the blossoms that the tree produced, which lured the dragons here, were also some sort of drug to them.  Similar to a cat nip for cats.  “Sooooo like dragon nip,” Jory supposed.  The dragons just seemed to laze around the tree, or chase their tails and act like children.  Of course a few accidents had happened but there had only been one death - and that wasn’t really the fault of the dragons.
 Early on, in the five years that the tree had been here, a young traveling wizard, Haubutanian by name, had deduced that the blossoms held great magical power. He surmised that if he ingested the flowers, the magic would then be passed on to him.  He made a big show of marching to the tree, inviting a large portion of the town to come and watch him perform this feat.  Pulling a blossom from the tree with a flourish, he ate the flower petals and waited for the magic to be absorbed.  It did not take long.  About ten seconds to be exact. The traveling wizard’s skin started to shine with the tree’s magic glowing out of every pore on his body … then, he exploded showering everything around him with shiny, metallic glitter followed by a strong scent of cinnamon.  It was really quite lovely.  In fact, initially many of the townspeople made sounds of “oooh” and “aaah” when the wizard exploded – very reactionary. Even the children in attendance were initially delighted. Of course, revelry turned to screams of horror immediately afterwards. It was terrible. The minstrel wrote a song about it called Pop Goes the Wizard. It was another stupid song with a great beat that seemed to help the townspeople handle the truth of what had happened. In any case, he was the only causality in the five years since Jory had planted the magic seed. And because he had planted the seed, the town blamed him for the explosion of Haubutanian.
 There had to be a way to get rid of the tree.  A few townspeople had originally tried to cut, or burn, the tree down when the dragons first started to arrive.  But the dragons protected the tree and chased away anyone who came near it that had aggressive thoughts. They didn’t kill anyone, or burn them to death with fire. They just chased people away, or sometimes when someone was really persistent, the dragons would pick them up and fly them back into town. It was pretty humbling. Still, it made sense that it should be a lot easier to get rid of the tree, as opposed to trying to get rid of the dragons.
 The minstrel had finished the song and Jory figured he could leave without drawing too much attention.   Jory determined, “I’m doing SOMETHING tonight to rid Flunderhill of the tree!” With this commitment in mind, he carefully left the tavern with only one person trying to trip him on the way out. He pursed his lips, stumbling out of the Rooster. He would show them all that he wasn’t some idiot who ruined a town.  He wasn’t the fool that everyone thought he was!
And so, five hours later in the middle of the night, he found himself standing in the dark about 50 feet from the tree with a shovel in his hand.  “I’m a fool,” he thought to himself. It was pretty dark out here, but he still tried to see if there were any dragons around to protect the tree. He had thought, and thought, after leaving the tavern, but the only idea he had come up with was to try to dig up the tree and hope it died or something. Not seeing any dragons, he focused on the tree. The tree, at night, looked a lot different than the tree appeared during the day.  It glowed at night. It had an ethereal shine to it - on its leaves and on the trunk. It also seemed larger at night. During the day it was about fifteen feet high, but at night – it was easily double that. The shining tree reached for the stars, or at least it seemed that way.
 Jory approached the tree as quietly, yet as quickly as he felt comfortable with trying. As he got close to the tree, he saw a large dark shape off to the right side.  It was a dragon.  
 Jory grimaced, “Of course there’s a dragon here. Why would things go easy for me just because my life is so wonderful all the time?” Jory just stood still. The dragon was so close Jory could hear it breathing. It sounded to Jory like rocks being shaken together, so he figured the dragon was snoring or sleeping, or whatever they did. Jory decided to keep moving forward. Tiptoeing right up to the tree, he set the tip of the shovel in the dirt and figured that if he was careful, the dragon wouldn’t hear him.  
 “I can totally hear you”, the dragon said in the still night.  
 Jory froze, and puckered up, his shovel about halfway into the earth by the tree trunk.  Panicking he thought, “If I stand really still and don’t look at him, he might go back to sleep.” Jory realized that this, of course, assumed the dragon was a male, but he wasn’t able to deal with that now. The dragon started making noises that sounded to Jory like it was going breathe fire! Expecting to horrifically die in the next few seconds, Jory was about to scream when he realized the noise the dragon was making was … laughter.  Well, probably closer to a rumbling chuckle, but still … Jory was shocked, and he was starting to get angry! His patience had reached an end, “It’s laughing at me?  I have been yelled at, ridiculed, shunned and more by the townspeople. Now, the dragon is laughing at me? This is too much!”  With a disregard for his personal safety, he pulled the shovel from the earth and shook it at the dragon!  
 “Stop laughing at me!” he called to it. “I will have you know I am trying my best to right my wrongs here, and I won’t be mocked for it!”  The dragon just stared at him silently for a long minute.  Jory stared back and then, coming to his senses, began to realize that he was shaking a shovel at, and talking to, a dragon.  
 “Ahhhh s-sorry”, he stuttered starting to feel fear creeping back into his sanity.
 The dragon blinked at him, “What exactly are you doing?” it asked.  
 Jory flushed, “I was … uhh you see … I was just trying to,” he hesitated … “dig up the tree.”
 “Why would you do that”, queried the dragon, leaning in closer so Jory was able to see it a bit more clearly against the light of the tree. The dragon was a scaly bronze color and looked a lot meaner than it sounded. It’s maw was layered with tiny spikes, hundreds – maybe thousands of them, and its breath smelled like meat and … cinnamon. “Why is it talking to me?” Jory wondered.
 However, he answered the dragon before he finished those thoughts, “Well you see, all these dragons,” he started and then stopped abruptly, paled with fear.  He continued, “What I mean to say … and I just want to be up front and say that this isn’t you.” He smiled wanly. “I mean I’m sure that it wouldn’t be you. But all the OTHER dragons around here are causing problems for the town of Flunderhill.” He pointed limply toward the town and flinched waiting for the dragon’s response.  
 “The tree called to us,” the dragon responded.  
 Jory nodded, happy to be on some common ground, “I know that part. I just thought if I got rid of the tree, that then maybe the dragons would leave.”
 “Hmm”, the dragon rumbled. “Have you talked to the tree about it?”
  Jory blinked at the dragon.  “Talked to the tree?” he asked incredulously.
 “You ARE the seed-bearer are you not?” the dragon asked him.
 “Well, I did find and plant the seed yes,” he related.
 The dragon nodded, “Then why don’t you talk to the tree?”
 “Just talk to the magic tree the dragon says,” Jory mumbled to himself, “Sure why not? I’m already talking to a dragon, so how much weirder can this get?” He walked over to the tree, and put forth his right hand palm open, and facing up, “Hey tree…how’s it … uhh … growing?” he wisecracked.  He was nervous and always joked when his nerves were rattled.
 The dragon snorted a wisp of smoke out of its nostrils, brow furrowed a bit, “Put your hand on the tree Seed-bearer,” it instructed.
 Hesitantly, Jory raised his hand to the trunk of the tree and pressed his palm to its ethereal bark. Tiny tingles of shocking energy ran over the palm of his hand and down his arm like when he had first held the seed.  Somehow, instinctively, he reached out with his consciousness and touched the mind of the tree.
 “Hey,” greeted the tree.
 Jory looked at the dragon, but responded telepathically to the tree, “Hey!”
 “Were you trying to dig me up?” asked the tree.
 “Yeah, I guess I was,” he admitted, “but only because I have to find a way to get rid of you so I can get rid of the dragons.”
 The tree creaked in the night, the calm wind gently brushing by its leaves and limbs. It spoke to him, “You could just ask me to reseed. As Seed-bearer you have authority over my growing, as well as where I grow,” the tree explained.
 “Umm what?” he chirped confused, “I’m sorry Mr. Tree, How do you know I am the Seed-bearer?”
 “I know because you planted me, and a minstrel came by the other morning and sat beneath me and sang a song about you. The rhythm was amazing,” the tree explained.
 “Yeah,” Jory sighed disgustedly.  “It really is, Mr. Tree”
 The tree gave a not-so-subtle shake. “I have a name … it’s not just Mr. Tree.”
 “Oh-jeez, I’m sorry!” Jory apologized, “What’s your name?”
 The tree rustled, “I don’t know. You haven’t given me one yet Seed-bearer. It is your job to name me,” proclaimed the tree.
 “Oh ok,” Jory complied, as he began to think of all the tree-sounding names he could think of.  Nothing sounded good in his own head.  “How about Thrandill,” he suggested as his best sounding name.
 “No,” the tree responded immediately.
 “What about Evergreenery,” he tried again.
Again the tree immediately responded, “No.”
 “Barkzilla? Quadattlebaum?” he proposed.
 “Absolutely not!” the tree replied.  
 Dropping his head, and looking back up at the bark, he questioned, “I thought I got to name you?”
 “Well, you do, of course,” replied the tree, “but since it is my name, I should have some say in it, to be fair.”
 Jory scratched his head with his left hand. “I guess I can understand that,” he admitted.  “Did you have something in mind?” he asked the tree.
 “Steve,” the tree announced with a flourish of ruffling.  
 There was a noticeable pause.  He looked over at the dragon, but it looked like it had fallen asleep. “Umm, did you say Steve?” he asked.
 “Yes, I have always wanted to be called Steve,” Steve stated proudly.  
 Jory mentally shrugged, this was how his life went it seemed.  “Sure, why not…Steve the Tree doesn’t sound weird at all,” he deadpanned.  
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Life As We Know It {Chapter 17}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.​
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It had been a long day.
They hadn’t done jack shit, but a long day nonetheless, thanks to the run in with Tomas.
After eating lunch, Cassian had taken Nyx out to the pool, letting him float around in his little inner tube and splash in the water. He kept a close eye on him and he wasn’t sure he’d heard so many giggles from the little dude in months.
Not even fifteen minutes after they’d come out, Nesta decided to join them, though it wasn’t to play and splash like Nyx. No, she brought a book hat, and tanning oil, but Nyx squealed his delight when he saw her regardless.
After some goading and thinly veiled threats to splash her smutty book if she didn’t get in, Nesta relented and Nyx had the time of his life.
Until he got chlorine in his eye and had a meltdown.
Just like that, pool time was over, and after taking him inside and getting changed, Cassian was lounging on the couch while Nyx played on the floor.
Nesta started up the stairs and said, “I think I’m going to take a bath. Relax from…earlier.”
From that piece of shit Tomas and the things he’d said. Cassian wished he’d of at least said something, but he most wished he’d have throttled him.
Cassian simply nodded and Nesta was off, hurrying up the stairs and shimmying out of her bikini once she closed herself inside of the master bathroom.
She hadn’t been in the warm water with her eyes closed for five minutes before a horrid sound came from downstairs.
One word screamed at the top of Cassian’s lungs, her name.
“NESTA!”
For a moment, she thought she had imagined it. But, then he screamed again.
“NESTA!”
She shot up in the tub and was about to yell back, when she heard, “COME QUICK!”
Panic rose in the pit of her stomach as she jumped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her wet body as she threw open the bathroom door. “I’m coming! I’m coming! What happened?! What’s wrong?!”
“Come on, come on, come on!” Cassian yelled, but it wasn’t fear in his voice - only excitement. “Hurry, before you miss him!”
Nesta rounded the top of the stairs, and froze. A few feet in front of Cassian, on his own two feet, was Nyx, taking slow, steady steps toward his uncle.
Her feet carried her down the stairs in a flash and she was next to Cassian, on her knees, just like he was. At the appearance of his aunt, he grinned, those angelic cheeks rounding out and reached for her.
And he tumbled down.
“Shit,” Cassian muttered and lifted him back onto his unsteady feet, praying they weren’t about to have more tears. But the dark blue eyes that gazed up at him were not tear-filled, just wide and curious as always.
Taking a few more tentative steps, he reached them, leaning into Cassian, but a hand reaching out to take Nesta’s as he animatedly spoke in his own baby language.
“Good job, bubba,” Nesta cried, hoisting him up into her arms and crushing him in a hug. “Such a big boy.”
Nyx giggled and wiggled to be put down.
He wasn’t done just yet.
His feet hit the ground and he was off. He walked from Nesta to Cassian then back again. Every time he fell down, he got right back up and kept on moving.
“Look at you go, buddy,” Cassian laughed, catching Nyx as he made it to him.
“Think he’ll sleep good tonight?” Nesta asked, watching them both with a smile on her face.
“I hope so,” he chuckled, letting Nyx pat him on the face, grinning up at him.
He meandered back across the room, plopping down at his toys and began playing again.
“And I guess we’re done with that,” he laughed, standing up and shaking his head. “He finally walked.”
“Sixteen months,” she sighed, propping a hip on the side of the couch. “I was starting to think he’d never do it.”
“Me either,” he said, sitting down. He glanced up at her—and froze.
He’d completely forgotten she was wearing nothing but a towel.
“Didn’t we have a rule about coming down here nude?” Cassian asked, under his breath.
Nesta’s eyes darted to his. “Pardon?”
His eyebrows raised and he gestured to her towel, and Nesta looked down, as if she had completely forgotten that she was wearing it, too. “Oh, shit, sorry. I was in such a hurry to come downstairs-.”
“I mean, I don’t blame you-.”
“I could’ve put on something-.”
“I was screaming your name-.”
“Screaming my name,” Nesta repeated, her cheeks heating. Last time Cassian had screamed her name, it had been under very, very different context.
Although, she had been wearing little to nothing then, too.
The memories flashed through her mind, and from the way Cassian was watching her, she assumed that they were flashing through his, too.
She watched as his throat bobbed and his eyes left hers, dragging down her body as if he couldn’t stop himself. He met her gaze again and she felt her cheeks heating. Her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her entire body heated under that gaze.
“I’m going to…” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, towards the stairs. “Finish my bath, I guess.”
“Right,” Cassian replied, his eyes still on her. “I’ll put him down in just a few minutes.”
She glanced over at the baby as she backed up toward the stairs. Nyx was indeed starting to rub his eyes, and noticing Nesta’s attention on him, he yawned and reached for her.
Before she could cross the room, Cassian was on his feet and picking Nyx up.
“I can take him,” she protested, but he shook his head, not looking at her.
“You go relax. I’ve got him.”
Nesta cleared her throat and nodded, convincing herself to say nothing more as she hurried up the stairs, clinging to her towel.
She settled back into the bath, even though the water had chilled.
She couldn’t control her breathing.
She thought of that time when he’d caught her in the bath before, right after they had moved in, when he caught her doing intimate things with herself, alone.
Then she thought of the immense amount of pleasure that he’d given her, and how nothing and no one had ever compared to it.
Her heart began to beat a little bit faster, and a throbbing formed between her thighs.
She wondered if Cassian ever caught himself thinking about it, if he ever wanted to do it again.
Judging by the look in his eyes downstairs, the intense way he had been watching her…
Nesta pulled herself out of the tub.
She dressed and pulled her hair into a ponytail atop her head, but couldn’t decide if going downstairs would be a good or bad idea. She couldn’t decide if being around him right now was a smart decision, not when the thoughts in her head were so distracting she couldn’t even focus on the laundry she had neglected to fold for a few days.
Her phone vibrated where she’d plugged it in on her nightstand and Balthazar’s name lit up the screen.
That was another reason she couldn’t allow herself to entertain the thoughts constantly running through her head. She and Bal weren’t in a relationship, they were in no way exclusive and hadn’t had that conversation, but Nesta wasn’t the type to date—or in this case, sleep with—two men at once.
She could hear Cassian down in the living room again, no doubt cleaning up Nyx’s toys and settling down with a beer. She wanted to join him, wanted to curl up on the other side if the couch with a glass of wine and listen to him commentate whatever stupid show or game he was watching.
But she knew that wasn’t a good idea.
So she laid down on her bed, grabbed the book from her nightstand, and read until all of those emotions that Cassian made her feel faded into the back of her mind where she told them to stay.
*
The next morning, Cassian was on Nyx duty. Since he had the day off, the nanny didn’t have to come, which meant bro time.
First, they went for a jog along the Sidra where both Nyx and Cassian got their fair share of looks from the ladies. Turns out a cute kid was a great way to gain the attention of beautiful women.
On the way back home, Cassian decided to make a detour for some lunch, and ended up pushing the jogging stroller right into Nesta’s restaurant.
He knew where it was, and knew that Nesta was a damn good cook, but somehow, he hadn’t visited the restaurant in the over four months they’d been living together.
It was packed, to absolutely no surprise and when he walked in, he was greeted by an amazing array of delicious smells. Quickly realizing the stroller was going to be a hindrance, he parked it in the corner by the door and held Nyx as he made his way into one of the sitting areas.
“It’s open seating, so please, sit where you like.”
Cassian turned as a deep voice spoke from behind him. The man was watching him, and when he turned, his eyes fell on Nyx. Recognition lit them up for a moment, Nesta having brought Nyx into the restaurant more than once.
“Thanks. Is Nesta free?”
“Last I saw, she was helping out in the kitchen, but I’ll check. Take a seat and I’ll be back.”
Cassian nodded and the man was gone, disappearing through a swinging door to the back.
Indeed, Nesta was manning the grill, an assortment of sandwiches, meats, pancakes and other items sizzling around her. She was reading order tickets and communicating with her line cooks, and everything was exactly as it should be.
Until Helion was leaning on the wall next to her.
She groaned. “Tell me it’s not the lady who claims to find a hair in her food every time she’s here.”
The patron in question was in the dining room, a brunch buffet spread out before her and her friends. Her curly, red hair was piled on top of her head and without fail, she always seemed to find a lone, red, curling hair in her dishes, no matter what she ate and who was in the kitchen. Even though Nesta had no one in her employment with curly, red hair.
“Oh, no,” Helion said, his smirk growing. “There’s a handsome man out front asking for you.”
Balthazar.
Nesta groaned. Even though she didn’t mean to. “Let him know I’m busy, but I’ll be out in just a minute.”
“It’s not him,” he replied, practically singing the words. “This one has a very cute baby with him.”
She was moving before he’d finished speaking, hollering at one of her cooks to take up her place on the line.
When she went into the dining room, Cassian was sitting in a booth, Nyx in a high chair at the end of the table next to him.
“What a pleasant surprise,” Nesta crooned as she approached.
Nyx’s head whipped around at the familiar voice as Cassian looked up from his menu. Nesta was lifting Nyx out of the high chair when Cassian said, “We were out and about. Someone was hungry.”
Nesta chuckled. “Was that someone you or the baby?”
“Fine,” Cassian said, grinning. “Two someones were hungry.”
Nesta snorted as she kissed Nyx’s cheek. “Couldn't have cleaned up before coming in here?” She asked, nodding to Cassian’s damp t-shirt.
He shrugged his shoulder. “This was on the way home. You should be glad we graced you with our presence.”
“Right,” she laughed softly, sitting Nyx back in the high chair and buckling him in. “Any idea what you want?”
He was flipping through the menu, and honestly, every damn thing he saw looked delicious. He smiled up at her. “Surprise us. I can’t choose.”
Smirking, she took his menu and said, “Chicken livers and brussel sprouts, coming right up.”
He rolled his eyes as she walked away, but she entered their order into the system and returned to the table, sitting down in the empty booth seat across from him.
“He have a good morning?” She asked, holding Nyx’s outstretched hand and letting him grip her thumb. He shook her hand as hard as he could and grinned up at her, babbling excitedly.
“Aside from the blow out he had this morning, I’d say so. Which he found very amusing that I had to clean up” Cassian chuckled, rolling his eyes. “This is the only kid who laughs while he’s covered in shit, I swear.”
Nesta shook her head, laughing softly.
Cassian took the chance to look around. “This place is great, Nes. The only thing it’s missing is a bar.”
Nesta looked around with him and nodded. “I’ve thought about it quite a bit. Don’t wanna mess with licensing. I’ve already got too much on my plate around here.”
Cassian cocked his head to the side. “You just gotta get someone to run the bar, that’s all. You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know.”
Nesta looked back to Cassian. “Someone like you?”
“Handsome, smart, with a high knowledge of what it takes to run a bar?” He asked. “Yeah, someone like me.”
She narrowed her eyes and nudged his shin with the toe of her shoe. “Don’t get too cocky. If you decide to leave your bar and want a new project… Sure, I’ll add a bar.”
Cassian blinked. “I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not.”
Nesta shook her head. “I’m always serious.”
“At one time, I thought that was true,” Cassian muttered.
His shin got another nudge.
“I’m serious,” she repeated, with a quiet laugh. “Shockingly enough, you’d be one of the few people I trust to let into my management.”
He stayed quiet for a minute, long enough that she glanced at him from where she’d been looking at Nyx. He was chewing on his bottom lip and she had to physically restrain herself from reaching over and working it out from between his teeth. Feeling her attention on him, he looked at her, and said, “We’ll talk about it more at home, yeah?”
Nodding, Nesta replied, “Of course. But don’t just do it because I said something, I don’t want-.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about opening my own place for while,” he murmured, and then quickly added, “Not that this would be my place, it’s yours, of course. But I’ve got savings. I can help with any applications and licensing and renovations that need to be done. Not to mention, it would be an investment in a growing business. That always looks good in a portfolio.”
Nesta smiled. “Like you said, we’ll talk about it at home. I’m gonna go check on your food.”
“Please do,” Cassian said, waving her away. “I’m starving.”
With a roll of her eyes, she stood up and walked toward the kitchen, shoving Cassian’s sweaty head as she walked by him.
Helion was waiting by the kitchen doors. “Flirting, how cute. It’s like watching two horny teenagers.”
“Fuck off,” Nesta muttered.
Helion only grinned and followed her into the kitchen. “Admit it. You’ve got the hots for hot uncle.”
“I can fire you, you know,” Nesta said.
“You wouldn’t,” he said, right on her heels. “You’d be bored to death here without me.”
She didn’t need to bother telling him he was right. On either front.
*
Nesta was beat by the time she got off. It was an effort of will to make it home before she fell asleep, but as she parked her car in the driveway, she nearly sighed in relief. Cassian had said he’d handle dinner, so she knew that a glass of wine—and hopefully, an uninterrupted bath—was in her future.
She hadn’t expected to find Cassian on his hands and knees as soon as she came in the door.
He looked up at her, eyes wide and said, “Uh, hey. You’re home.”
“I am,” she replied, chuckling. “What are you doing?”
He hesitated before saying, “Playing hide and seek with Nyx.”
Nesta blinked. “Hide and-? Cassian, he’s one.”
“I left him on the floor with his toys and I went into the kitchen for thirty seconds to check on dinner,” he said, standing up.
She waited for him to go on, not understanding. And then her eyes widened. “You lost him?”
“He’s not lost,” he said, holding his hands up. “We’re playing hide and seek.”
“Cassian-.”
“He’s one, Nesta, he couldn’t have gone far-.”
“He walks now!” She cried, tossing her purse on the bench by the door and hurrying into the living room.
A giggle sounded from the other room, and they both sped around the corner where Nyx had made himself perfectly happy.
In the laundry room, Nyx sat in a pile of Nesta’s laundry, waving her underwear in the air.
As Nesta let out a relieved breath, Cassian chuckled. “Atta boy.”
Nesta whacked Cassian on the shoulder before picking Nyx up and freeing her panties from his grasp.
He immediately started crying.
“Way to take his toy away,” Cassian muttered.
Nesta shot him a look.
Cassian shrugged. “I would’ve cried, too.”
Nesta tried her best not to laugh, but failed. “You’re ridiculous.”
Cassian opened his mouth to reply, but the smoke alarm near the kitchen began to blare.
Nyx’s cries got louder and Nesta stopped Cassian, giving Nyx to him and hurried into the kitchen, pulling a pan of burnt French fries out of the oven and opened the back door and the door leading to the garage. She got a kitchen towel and was waving the smoky air away from the smoke alarm, and after a minute or two, the incessant blaring ceased.
Leaning back against the counter, she took a deep breath and looked at the doorway, finding Cassian standing there, Nyx still in his arms, though the tears had stopped. He was cringing, expecting her to start yelling any moment—.
But Nesta took one look at the charred French fries and started laughing. Deep, belly laughs that made her stomach hurt so badly she doubled over.
Cassian turned to the living room, getting Nyx set up in his playpen, and walked back into the kitchen, where Nesta was still laughing with her hands on her knees, trying to get air down.
“You find something funny, Archeron?” He asked, pausing in front of her. Even he was unable to stop the small smile on his face.
“French fries?” she asked, unable to catch her breath. “You— You burnt frozen french fries? How long have they been in there? Two hours?”
Cassian looked behind him at the clock on the stove and rubbed the back of his neck. “I like them crispy.”
“Oh, they’re crispy,” Nesta promised, straightening her back, small bouts of laughter still finding their way out. “They’re really damn crispy.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, shaking his head. He pulled a series of paper towels off the stovetop and revealed a tray of chicken nuggets and a pot of cooked broccoli. “At least I didn’t burn everything.”
“Chicken nuggets and broccoli?” she asked, her grin still wide. “Kids barely old enough to eat solids and we’re already having kid dinners?”
“Kid dinners?” Cassian repeated. “You’re lying your ass off if you’re telling me that you don’t enjoy a big ass plate of chicken nuggets.”
Nesta laughed, shaking her head. “They’re dinosaur shaped!”
“The dino ones taste better!” Cassian protested.
“We’ll see about that,” Nesta said, and just as she looked up at Cassian, she realized how close he’d stopped from her.
He couldn’t have been more than a foot away, but he felt much closer.
Nesta’s laughter died down, although that light feeling in the pit of her stomach remained.
One of his hands was braced on the counter she leaned on, and though he wasn’t caging her in, she couldn’t help but stare up at him.
“At least it’s not breakfast again,” she murmured, noting the way he was staring at her, too.
“You’ve never complained about my breakfast,” he said, swallowing roughly.
She tracked the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “Well, you’ve never burnt it, so.”
The corner of his mouth twitched and she knew he was trying his hardest not to smile. He opened his mouth to reply, but Nyx started talking from the other room, babbling and nonsense and baby language reaching them.
Cassian seemed to realize how close he stood to her and backed up a step, clearing his throat. “If you want to grab him, I’ll put some fresh fries in the oven.”
Nodding, Nesta said, “Yeah, of course.”
“I’m making them crispy, though,” he said, as she left.
Nesta snorted as she shook her head and lifted Nyx out of his pack n play. “Your uncle is nuts. Yes, he is.”
Nyx’s grin melted Nesta’s heart.
Forty minutes later, once the french fries were sufficiently crispy, the three of them were sitting at the table, eating dinner. Nesta didn’t mind it, not one bit, the fact that they sat there every night and ate together.
It was almost as if they were a family.
An odd, dysfunctional, interestingly beautiful family.
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Life As We Know It {Prologue}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both Shelby and I’s blogs! >> @snelbz​
We hope you all enjoy. :)
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Cassian knew very little about Nesta Archeron, but he knew one thing for certain: she was hot as hell.
He had sworn he’d never go on another blind date, but Rhysand had begged, over and over again, for him to go out with the eldest sister of his girlfriend. So, to shut his brother up, Cassian agreed.
Reluctantly, but nonetheless. 
He took a quick shower where he bathed himself in a new bottle of body wash before stepping out and towel-drying his hair. Considering Nesta was Feyre’s sister, he felt the need to make a good first impression, although he wasn’t sure what a good impression was to Nesta Archeron.
He was hoping he was sufficient enough.
He dressed in his usual attire of jeans and old boots, but decided to wear a button up for once, rather than one of his go-to t-shirts. Still, he pulled on his leather jacket and grabbed his keys before hurrying out the door.
He typed the address Rhys had texted him into his gps, seeing the drive was going to take him nearly twenty minutes longer than he’d anticipated, thanks to an accident on the interstate.
He swore under his breath, throwing his truck into motion. He hurried across town and parked in front of Nesta’s townhouse, fifteen minutes later than he was supposed to. Flipping down his sun visor, Cassian ran a quick hand through his loose hair and was heading up to the front door, knocking twice.
Or he would have, if the door wasn’t pulled open the second his fist made contact with it.
Suddenly, in his jeans and leather jacket, he felt extremely underdressed.
Nesta Archeron wore a beautifully fitted dark blue dress that fell only a couple inches above her knees. She wore heels, and her hair was curled. A silver clutch was gripped tightly in her hand.
She eyed Cassian, from the top of his head to his toes. For once, even though he was half a foot taller than she, even in heels, Cassian felt smaller than shit.
“Hey,” he said, at last, once the silence became unbearably awkward.
“You’re Cassian?” she asked. 
“Were you expecting someone else?” he shot back.
Nesta’s lips thinned. “You’re late,” she said, instead. 
“At least I came,” he grinned. “Hungry?”
Nesta took a deep breath as she lifted her chin. “I suppose so.”
“Good,” he said, gesturing toward his running truck. “Let’s go. I made reservations.”
She locked her door and followed him down the sidewalk. “Are we going to be late for those, too?”
Cassian elected not to answer her, pausing at the passenger door and opening it for her. He let out a sigh as he rounded the truck to his own seat.
Something told him this was going to be a long night.
He was absolutely right.
Not a single word was said on the way to the restaurant across town, and, by some grace of the Cauldron, they made it on time for their reservations.
They were set at a table by the entrance quickly, and once their server arrived, Nesta ordered a glass of wine, while Cassian stuck with his usual beer.
“So,” Cassian began, clearing his throat as they waited for their drinks to arrive. “What should I know about you, Nesta?”
“That’s it?” she asked, brow raised. “That’s the question you’ll begin with?”
Cassian’s head fell to the side. “What question should I have gone with?”
Nesta took a moment to look around the bustling restaurant. “Well, you’ve yet to tell me how beautiful I look, or ask me how I’m doing tonight.”
Cassian couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine. You look nice. How are you?”
Nesta snorted. “Well, I waited twenty minutes for my date, thinking he wasn’t coming. Other than that, fine, I guess.” 
“You don’t do this often, do you?” Cassian asked. There was nothing accusatory in his tone, just simple curiosity.
“Do what?” Nesta asked, the words nearly clipped.
“Date,” Cassian replied, simply. “Go out with someone for the first time.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No. I don’t particularly have a lot of free time to waste.”
Cassian’s eyebrows rose at her choice of words. “You don’t have to be here, you know?”
The server quietly returned to the table, setting their drinks down, before hurrying away, sensing the tension between the two. Nesta’s eyes didn’t leave him the whole time. She picked up her wine glass, taking a long drink, before she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you clearly would rather be anywhere but here,” Cassian replied, leaning back in his seat. “I’d hate to waste your time.”
She was about to reply when a voice came from their left.
“Cassian?”
He looked over his shoulder to find an old friend - a term that he used very, very loosely. 
Tanwyn and he had a very complicated relationship. They were friends - at least, they had been at one time. It had all become very complicated the first time he had invited her into his bed.
And the second time.
And the third.
And every time after that.
He smiled at her, almost hesitantly. “Hey, Tan. What are you doing here?”
“Here with some friends,” she grinned, approaching their table. “And you?”
“Here with…” Cassian’s voice trailed off as he looked across the table. “This is Nesta Archeron. Nesta, this is Tanwyn-.”
“Nice to meet you,” Nesta said, words clipped. “If you’ll excuse us, we’re on a date.”
She blinked, taken aback at Nesta’s cold greeting. “Right… Sorry to interrupt. I’ll see you later, Cass.” She nodded to Nesta. “Nice to meet you.”
She was gone before Cassian could say another word, and he looked at Nesta incredulously.
She raised her glass before putting it to her lips. “So when is the last time you slept with her?”
Cassian was stunned, shaking his head. “She’s a friend, there was no reason to be rude.”
“My question still stands.” Nesta folded her hands on the table, her eyes on Cassian’s.
“How do you even know-? What are you, a psychologist?”
“No, I’m a chef,” she said, glaring at him. “But you show everything on that pretty little face of yours. It was easy to read.”
He closed his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. “We just need to…start over. This is all going wrong.”
Nesta stayed quiet before finally nodding. “Fine.”
The server picked that time to return, the two of them ordering their food, and the awkward first date conversation began again.
“I have to be honest,” Cassian began. “I’m not sure where to even begin.”
“Your name would be fine,” Nesta said, sipping from her glass.
Cassian watched her for a moment to make sure she was serious before saying, “Cassian Nazari. Childhood friend of Rhys’.”
“And your occupation?” she asked, in all seriousness. 
“I’m a bartender,” Cassian said.
Nesta stared at him for a moment before asking, “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously, and before you make any judgements, bartenders make damn good money,” Cassian said.
“Interesting,” Nesta said, watching him intently. 
“Right,” Cassian muttered. “Now, will you give me some insight into you or should I beg?”
Nesta rolled her eyes before saying, “I’m Nesta. And, yes, lie I said, I’m a chef. I’ve got a little restaurant in the Square”
“That sounds…interesting,” he said, repeating her words. “And your Feyre’s sister?”
“I am,” she said, pausing as the server brought out salads and she began to eat hers, without any dressing.
Cassian, on the other hand, nearly drowned his in ranch dressing. He watched as she ate her plain lettuce. “That looks…boring.”
“Salad dressing is fattening. It negates all of the goodness of the salad.” She took another bite, chewing and looking at him, then his salad swimming in ranch. “You look like you take care of yourself, I’m surprised you don’t watch what you eat as well.”
He scoffed. “I work out, but I’m not going to be miserable and eat rabbit food.” He gestured to the bowl in front of her.
She rolled her eyes, but continued to eat her rabbit food.
Silence grew between them but neither of them attempted to break it. It wasn’t until their main courses arrived that Cassian nodded toward the cursive ink on the inside of her wrist. 
“You have a tattoo,” he said.
She eyed the ink that swirled around his arms, up beneath his rolled up sleeves. “I have a few,” she confessed. 
“What are they?” he asked, starting to cut up his steak.
She took a bite of her salmon, chewing it slowly before deflecting his question with one of her own, “What are yours?”
Cassian glanced down at the swirls and marks of black ink that covered his forearms. “They’re Illyrian tribal marks. They all mean something different, but I would be lying if I told you I knew what every one of them meant.” 
Nesta snorted. “Then why have them?”
Cassian met her eyes. “My mother was Illyrian. I grew up in Illyria, with her tribe.” 
It seems the answer nearly took her back, but she ended up nodding, curtly. “How is your steak?”
“Too done,” he said, shrugging as he took a bite. “I like my meat red.” Her nose crinkled slightly. He asked, “What?”
Nesta shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”
He blinked and watched as she took another bite of salmon. “You’re…eating fish.”
An eye roll was her reply. “I don’t eat red meat,” she clarified.
“So you’re a vegetarian?” He asked.
“No, I just don’t like to eat red meat. Chicken, pork, fish,” she gestured to her plate. “I like that. But I just prefer not to eat red meat.”
“Hmm.” It was more of a non-answer than anything, but before she could say anything, a man appeared, standing next to their table. Cassian glanced up at him. “Can we help you?”
He wasn’t looking at him though. He was looking at Nesta, who was pointedly not looking at him.
“What are you doing, Nes?”
She took a drink of her wine, draining the glass. “This doesn’t concern you, Tom.”
“Bullshit,” he spat. “We take a break and less than a month later, you’re on a date?”
She finally looked at him. “We’re not on a break, I broke up with you.”
Cassian cleared his throat. “Is this where all exes gather?” He looked around again to see if he saw Tanwyn, but she was gone.
“Leave,” Nesta said, plainly. “I can’t enjoy my dinner with you standing over me like the controlling bastard you were in our relationship.”
Cassian’s lips nearly fell open.
The woman had balls.
He respected that.
“I hate to break up this little reunion, but this is awkward as hell,” Cassian muttered, popping a spoonful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth. 
“This doesn’t concern you,” Tomas said, looking to Cassian, using Nesta’s own words.
Cassian chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll give you two choices here, Tom. Either I call someone to take your ass away from our table or I make you leave, myself.”
“Tough guy, huh?” Tomas asked, putting a hand on Nesta’s shoulder.
Nesta brushed his hand off the second it made contact with her skin. “This is ridiculous. I’m calling over the server. We’re leaving.”
Cassian was inclined to agree. This date had been a catastrophe so far, but he was hopeful that maybe if she invited him in, he could salvage it.
Tomas seemed to take the hint, looking back to Nesta. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll talk about this entire situation then.”
She flagged down the server, but said to Tomas, “Don’t waste your time or mine.”
He walked away, muttering something under his breath, but the server returned and after a quick explanation from Nesta, she was off to get their check.
“Well, that was awkward,” Cassian said, clearing his throat, taking a drink of his beer, planning to finish it off.
“No more awkward than running into your fuck buddy,” she replied, pulling her lipstick out of her purse to re-apply it.
Cassian managed to swallow the mouthful of beer before he spewed it all over her. He coughed quietly. “You don’t tiptoe around anything, do you?”
Her answer was curt. “No.”
The server returned, standing the check book on the edge of the table, and Cassian elected to let the conversation drop at that. He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet.
And froze.
It wasn’t there.
He checked every other pocket he had on him.
Nothing.
“Fuck,” he breathed, patting himself down.
Nesta arched a brow. “Issues?”
“I have to run out to the truck,” Cassian said, quietly. “I can’t seem to find my wallet.”
Nesta froze from where she sat behind her half-eaten salmon. “You forgot your wallet?”
“It’s probably in the truck-.”
“I didn’t see it in the truck-.”
“Then the glove box, maybe,” Cassian snapped. “Just, give me a minute.”
“Don’t bother,” Nesta bit, reaching across the table to grab the check.
Cassian got to it first and held it outside of her reach. “I can pay for it. I took you out, I’m paying.”
Nesta scoffed. “Spare me your holier than thou male bravado.” 
Cassian stood. “I just need to run out to my truck.”
She was on her feet, snatching the check book from him and looking at the total. Without another word, she reached into purse and laid down a series of bills, before closing it and heading for the door.
Sighing, Cassian followed her, his cheeks heating. Never had he let a woman pay for his dinner, and he’d sure as hell never let her pay for the first date.
He didn’t say a word as he unlocked her door, opening it, and closing it after she’d climbed in. He rounded to his own door, immediately looking around the cab for his wallet. It was nowhere to be seen. He reached across, opening the glovebox, pulling a few things out.
His wallet wasn’t one of them, but Nesta didn’t fail to notice the gold foil wrappers. And how many he had. She scoffed, buckling her seatbelt and looking out the window.
“I’ll pay you back,” he said, after he’d started the truck and had pulled onto the main road.
“No need,” she snapped, staring out the passenger side window. “Dropping me off and leaving me the hell alone will do.”
The words were barely audible. She spoke the words under her breath. And yet, Cassian felt them like a slap in the face. 
He was mortified.
He was at a loss for words.
He just wanted to go home.
He also wanted to make a move on Nesta Archeron.
There was something about the head-strong, independent woman that made Cassian swoon.
Not that it stopped the car ride back to her home any less silent and awkward.
“You’re Feyre’s sister,” Cassian said, randomly.
Nesta blinked, looking toward him. “Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No,” Cassian said quickly. “It’s just that, you’re so…” Different. Cruel. Different. Opposite. Different. Vindictive. Different. “Not the same,” Cassian finished, at last.
“I am my own person,” she snapped, as he stopped in front of her townhouse.
“I know you are, just-.” He sighed, turning to look at her. “This has been a mess from the start. Can I come in? I’d like some time for us to talk, just the two of us. No ex’s, no servers, no interruptions. I just want to get to know you.”
She laughed once.
The sound infuriated him.
“You mean you want to fuck me,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. He was, once again, caught off guard by how blunt she was. She pulled open his glovebox and removed the strip of condoms, holding them up. “Forgot your wallet, but made sure you didn’t forget these.”
Cassian slowly looked at her. “That’s not fair.”
“Not fair?” she repeated. “What are you, a child?”
Cassian couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve tried to be the perfect gentleman tonight, alright? Yeah, I forgot my wallet, but-.”
“And we also ran into your fuck buddy, don’t forget about that,” Nesta said, with a vindictive grin. She opened the door, grabbed her purse, and hopped out.
Cassian was close behind her, following her up her walkway. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Nesta spun around. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she laughed, humorlessly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Cassian asked, as she approached her front door.
“Yet you’re still following me to my door,” she said, not looking back at him. She unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside. Turning back to him, she held the door in one hand, the hand holding her purse propped on her hip. “Thank you for a truly unforgettable evening, Cassian, but I don’t think this is going to work out.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his gaze slowly drag from her head to her toes and back up again. He watched as her cheeks heated, anger lighting up her eyes. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You’re too stuck up for your own good. Too bad.”
She groaned before slamming the door in his face, praying she’d never have to see Cassian Nazari again.
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justlookfrightened · 3 years
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Happy Mother's Day
“I know, Mama. I’ll tell him. You say hello to Coach, too, alright?”
Bitty shook his head and shrugged his shoulders at Jack, the “I’m trying to get off the phone” clear in his expression.
“Mother. Yes. Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to you this weekend, okay? Yes, Mama. I love you, too.”
He sighed and put the phone down on the counter.
“What was that about?”
“She thinks you need feeding up,” Bitty said. “She watched your game last night and she said you looked thin.”
Jack looked down at himself. “It’s been a long season,” he protested. “What does she want me to do?”
“She wants me to feed you a steak dinner every night,” Bitty said, making a face. “Even though you’re barely here one night out of three and the nutritionists would have something to say about all that red meat.”
He crossed the room to embrace Jack.
“I know you’re doing your best, sweetpea,” Bitty said. “The end of the season just takes its toll.”
“So what did she want you to tell me?”
“Oh, you know, good luck in Game 3,” Bitty said.
Jack tightened his grip around Bitty’s waist.
“That all?”
“And that Vasilevskly likes to come out to play the puck, so if y’all can draw him away from the goalmouth someone can tuck it in behind him.”
Bitty was mumbling into Jack’s shoulder.
“Sorry. I know you don’t need advice from your mother-in-law.”
Jack gave Bitty another squeeze, kissed the top of his head, and released him.
“It’s not like she’s wrong,” he said. “I have to go. You’re all set to go to Georgia? And I’ll see you in Tampa for Game 4?”
“Of course,” Bitty said, reaching up to kiss Jack goodbye. “Call me tonight, right?”
“Of course.”
*
Bitty’s phone rang while he was standing in baggage claim at Hartsfield, waiting for the conveyor to disgorge his suitcase. Then he just had to grab his rental car, head to a hotel for the night, and show up in Madison before church.
Coach. He almost never called. And on a Saturday night?
“Daddy?” Bitty said. “Is everything okay? Moomaw --”
“Your Moomaw’s fine, son,” Coach said.
“Mama --”
“Your mother too,” Coach said. “Just … did you remember tomorrow is Mother’s Day?”
“Uh … yes?” Bitty said, hoping his father couldn’t hear the airport announcements over the phone. “Of course I did.”
“But maybe you mailed cards a little late?” Coach suggested. “Because your mother hasn’t gotten anything, and there’s no mail tomorrow. She was trying to act like everything was fine, but I can tell you she was a mite put out. But if you tell her you mailed a card on Tuesday, or even Monday, well, then she’ll just blame the post office.”
“No sir.”
“What?”
“I didn’t mail a card this week,” Bitty said. “There’s something that should be delivered tomorrow.”
“On Sunday?”
“Yessir.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yessir.”
“That must cost an arm and a leg.”
“It’s fine, Daddy, I promise,” Bitty said, hauling his suitcase off the carousel. “And I’ll talk to Mama and Moomaw tomorrow. Both of them.”
“Alright,” his father said. “If you say so. Your mother and I were going to pick up Moomaw after church and take her to brunch, so maybe in the afternoon? Or before church. But I know how you and your mother get to talking.”
Bitty made a non-commital noise as he headed for the rental car counter.
“Well, sounds like you’re out and about somewhere,” Coach said. “I’ll let you go. Have a good night, now.”
“You too,” Bitty said, barely managing to bite back the “See you tomorrow” that wanted to escape.
*
Bitty parked two doors down from his parents’ home and gave himself one last look in the rearview mirror. He was clean shaven, though it was honestly still hard to tell, his teeth were brushed and his face was washed. His hair was freshly cut and coiffed. The pink polo shirt was pressed, as were his khakis. He wished he had something better than supermarket flowers, but all the florists were closed by the time he arrived the night before.
He collected the flowers and headed for the porch, where, for the first time in his life, he rang the bell.
Coach answered. Of course he did.
“Shhh,” Bitty hissed. “Get Mama.”
Coach, bless him, simply stepped away from the door and called, “Suze? It’s for you.”
Bitty heard his mother approaching before he saw her.
“Are you sure, Richard? At this hour, on a Sunday?”
When he didn’t answer, she continued.
“I bet it’s something from Dicky, isn’t it? When there wasn’t a card, I thought he might have gone and sent something ridiculous --”
Then she was at the door, and actually, momentarily, speechless.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama,” he said, holding out the flowers. “Um, surprise?”
“Oh, Dicky, you shouldn’t have,” Mama said, gathering him and the flowers into her arms. “I should have known you’d do something like this. And your Moomaw will be so happy. Oh, do you think we can get an extra seat at brunch?”
“It’s a buffet, right?” Bitty said. “I’m sure they’ll take one more.”
Even if he had to tip the hostess heavily.
“I thought I’d take Moomaw to the garden center this afternoon to pick out a new rose bush,” Bitty said. “But your present is in there.”
“The flowers are beautiful --”
“Open the card, Mama.”
Bitty waited while she plucked out the card he’d nestled in the foliage and opened it, first reading the Hallmark-approved message before opening the smaller envelope that was inside.
“These are tickets to … Jack’s game?” she said. “Next week in Florida?”
“Yes, Mama, and the flight and hotel for you and Daddy are already taken care of,” Bitty said. “Jack’s parents will be there, too.”
“Well, I never,” his mother said. “Oh, we’re going to be late for church, but I have to get these in water and --”
“You finish getting ready,” Bitty said. “I’ll get them in water.”
His mother hurried to her bedroom, and Coach stood in the kitchen doorway shaking his head.
“Nice one, Junior,” he said. “She means thank you, by the way.”
“I know,” Bitty said. “If you can’t get off work, I can change your flight Wednesday to leave after school.”
“I’m invited too?”
“Of course you are.”
“Oh. Well, then. I’m sure I could get a couple days off,” Coach said. “It’s off season.”
*
After the game, when the Falconers had finally come off the ice, done press, showered and changed, Jack came out to greet Bitty and all four parents.
“Congratulations, sweetpea,” Bitty said as he hugged his husband, “At least you have a few days off now.”
Jack’s parents embraced him and said much the same.
Bitty’s mother hugged Jack, then stepped back and held him at arm’s length.
“You need to eat more,” she said.
At Bitty’s audible huff, she turned, not letting go of Jack, and said, “What? I was right about Vasilevsky.”
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glassheartjukebox · 3 years
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love letters
feat. ushijima
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“listen listen to my heart
that i only wanted you to know” - love letter
a/n: no content warnings, just pure fluff ! also a reminder that reblogs really help ! thank you guys sm for reading :D
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the letters started about three months ago. you hesitate to call them “love” letters. “love” letters would indicate some sort of romantic prose, frilly stationary, and sweet declarations of love. the letters you receive are decidedly more... blunt.
the notes ranged from dry compliments such as “the school uniform suits you.” to borderline offensive remarks such as “did you do something different with your face? you look less tired today.” nonetheless, they had become part of your everyday routine. a blue sticky note with messy, slightly smudged ink and a blunt message.
after a month of notes, you decided to show them to your friends. as strange as the letters were, you never discarded them. they held a special place in your heart, often making you smile from the sheer absurdity. your friends immediately hounded you for not telling them about your “secret admirer” earlier. “that’s it, we need to catch him in the act,” your best friend declared, slamming her milk carton down on the lunch table. you rolled your eyes. “i don’t see the point,” you sighed, “he’ll tell me who he is when he’s ready.” this triggered a barrage of complaints about how boring that plan was.
to be fair, you had two reasons for allowing your admirer to stay anonymous. first and foremost, the chance of him being a creep was high. you had no desire to get your hopes up, thinking that he may be your dream man. secondly, you enjoyed receiving the little notes everyday. they’d become a part of your routine, something to look forward to. so, the notes continued to come uninterrupted for three more months.
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the end of the semester was approaching, and break was right on the horizon. it dawned on you that this meant the end of your daily notes, which made you a little bit sad. the one you received this morning read, “i have very important business to attend to. it might be a little bit before you hear from me again. please wait for me.” that was the most he had ever written on a single post-it note. you rolled your eyes, secretly yearning for a way to wish him well on his endeavors.
after receiving the last note, you spent two days mourning the loss. there was nothing to break up the monotony now. you found yourself thumbing through the old notes he had gifted you. the most conventionally complimentary one by far had been “i like the shape of your lips, they suit your face very well”. it was the bare minimum, but it still had you blushing.
when friday, the third day without notes, arrived you were provided with a reprieve from your routine by the school. everyone was escorted out of class to attend a pep rally for volleyball interhigh qualifiers tournament. after all, volleyball was a big deal at shiratorizawa. both the men’s and women’s team stood tall on the school auditorium stage. the captain of the women’s team gave her speech first, but you found yourself zoning out and examining the men around you. your secret admirer was likely one of the fidgeting boys near you, looking hungrily at the women’s team as if they were pieces of meat. gross.
a deep voice broke you out of your reverie. the boy’s team captain had begun his speech. ushijima “ushiwaka” wakatoshi. the entire school knew who he was. the volleyball ace that repeatedly led the team to nationals. he had even been ranked in the top three aces in japan. ushijima stood well over six foot, with broad shoulders and a permanently stoic face. truth be told, he intimidated everyone. you’d had a few interactions with him, most of which happened at the beginning of the semester. a teacher asked you to tutor him for one english test. you met for three tutoring sessions, and during each he was quiet, polite, and apologetic for taking up your time. you found him much less imposing after seeing him hunched down in a desk too small for him, focusing on past tense verb translation.
after the rally had concluded, you were forced to return to class. shiratorizawa would begin their games at the interhigh tournament roughly two hours after school let out. you decided that maybe you would attend one or two of their matches if you could convince your friends to tag along. you honestly needed to get your mind off of the notes and your secret admirer.
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you and a few of your friends were walking out of the school gates, preparing to visit some shops to bide the time before the game began when it hit you. you left your history textbook sitting in your desk. your history textbook that was full of notes crucial to the test you had on monday. you froze in your tracks and your friends turned, a little confused. “i have to go back, forgot my textbook,” you squeaked before taking off back towards the school building. you were screwed if the teacher had already left for the day and locked up the classroom.
grabbing the door handle, you were relieved to find it unlocked. what you were not relieved to find was a large figure bent over your desk and rummaging through your things.
“what are you doing?” you asked quietly, still in shock. consequently, the large figured managed the bump your desk in surprise, knocking it over and spilling the contents everywhere. you rushed to help clean it up on impulse. you were only able to recognize the figure in the dark classroom once you were up close. “ushijima?” you said incredulously. this entire situation was giving you a headache. he just nodded at you. you continue to haphazardly shove the contents of your desk back in when your hand landed on a small, blue sticky note. ushijima’s hand flew out to catch it but it was too late.
“my dearest y/n, the apple of my eye, the holder of my heart, fire of my loins, the most wonderful person i have ever laid my eyes on. you looked positively beautiful today, scrumptious even. how could anyone resist your charms? i find myself falling madly, deeply in love with you everyday. sincerely, with much love, your secret admirer.” the blocky handwriting juxtaposed the flowery diction of the note. furthermore, someone had drawn little red hearts around the perimeter of the letter. this was… very different than usual.
ushijima was also very different than usual. he was quickly losing his usual composure. his face was bright red and sweat gleaned on his brow. you looked up at him awestruck and confused.
“i’m sorry for the inconvenience,” his voice cracked, “but tendou had me write this love letter after he found out i had been sending a girl notes. he drew the hearts as well. i did not realize he was joking until after i had slipped it in your desk. i came back to retrieve it before you could see it. i’m sorry again.”
you were at a loss for words. “it was you sending the notes the whole time?” you stated the obvious. ushijima simply nodded.
“but why?” you asked, still struggling to process all of this. “i found you very attractive when you tutored me. i wanted to express my affection without drawing extra attention to you or pressuring you to return my feelings. sorry again.” he stood, preparing the walk out the room. your body moved on its own as you stood as well, grabbing his wrist.
“i didn’t know it was you,” you whispered, “but i’m really glad it was.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, causing him to flush an even deeper shade of red.
ushijima stared back at you, a rare smile adorning his features. “now go, you’re going to be late for your own tournament,” you teased, still quite bashful over the entire situation.
“before i do,” he paused and dug through his bag, “would you want to come to the match wearing this tonight?” he held out his spare volleyball jacket, adorned with his name and number.
needless to say, you accepted. in that moment, you knew you’d be attending volleyball games than you expected.
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moonlight-escapade · 2 years
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The King & I (Pt 9)
Hi guys! I’m sorry for the delay, my computer has been acting up and I am taking it in to get checked. I may post either twice this week or a longer chapter next week. Which would you prefer? :)
In the meantime, enjoy the next chapter ❤️ 
HISTORICAL AU (but not necessarily historically accurate bc this is a fanfic not a research project lol): King Henry V & “Street Urchin” reader who takes in and cares for abandoned/orphaned children.
Chapter 9: SCARS
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“(Y/N)! Look what we brought home from the market!” Sebby calls out to me as he, Carter and a few other boys stumble into the house. I can’t help laughing at the incredible portions of bread, cheese and meat they lug into the room. Sebby holding a thick leg of ham is an image I can hardly believe I’m seeing with my own eyes.
“He insisted on carrying it,” Carter said, placing a wheel of cheese down on the table. We all gasped, realizing the weight of the cheese was almost too much for the table to bear.
“We might put it on the floor here, above the clean sheets,” I say, guiding them towards the corner of the room.
“Let’s eat!” Sebby yells, along with a few other messy haired scoundrels. Carter looks at me as though for my approval.
“Let’s!” I say merrily, laughing as the kids giggle and screech with excitement. Carter helps me cut and serve slices of ham and cheese on everyones platters, and slowly the room grows quieter and quieter with the sound of everyone savoring the delicacies before them.
“You better clean up before the rats come looking for tasty children to eat!” Joseph says to all the children who screech in response, running out the door to look for a trough of water to clean in. I smile as I watch Joseph run along with them, thanking God for the full bellies that were made tonight. Carter stays with me, always the gentleman, helping me clean and sweep the crumbs of bread and cheese on the floor.
“To think we have crumbs to clean,” Carter says with a half smile. I look at him knowingly. “It’s okay Carter, it’s real. It’s earned.” I say. Carter nods, smiling. “I’m glad it’s worked out this way (Y/N),” he says with a sincerity in his tone that pricks emotion in my chest. I walk over to him and pull him into my arms.
“You may be taller than me now but you’ll always be my little Carter,” I say, roughing his hair. He laughs, pushing my arm away before turning back to his chore.
“Will Hal be visiting us again soon?” Carter asks.
“I’m not sure… I hope he will. The next time he comes by the tavern I’ll ask him,” I say. I see him nod. “I’d love to talk to him again,” he says. I smile, feeling a warmth in my heart. I wondered if Hal could become a kind of father to them… someone the boys could look up to.
What are you thinking? A father?
I blush silently at my own thoughts.
“(Y/N)! (Y,N)!” Evelyn, a sweet girl of 10 who’d finally begun to come out of her shell around us yelled as she bounded through the door. “He’s here! The red coat man!”
I raise an eyebrow, confused at the description. As I walk over to the doorway, I look to find Hal walking down the alley towards our house with Joseph following at his side. The two are pleasantly engaged in some kind of conversation and I can’t help the way my heart leaps at the sight of it all.
“Yes, that’s Hal,” I nod down to Evelyn who takes my hand in hers as she watches the group near our home. Hal's gaze raises and his eyes soon find mine. The smile that stretches across his face slays my heart.
“What are you doing here this morning?” I ask him as he rounds the corner towards the door. “I’ve come to accompany you to the tavern,” he smiles.
“My, how punctual,” I tease, leaving the door open behind me as I turn to bring Evelyn back inside. I sit her on a stool and pour her a cup of water before turning back to face Hal. I don’t know how it’s possible, but the cool winter air wraps around us warmly, seeming to pull us together.
“Good luck today (Y/N),” Joseph smiles at me, a roll my eyes, knowing Josephs quirks well enough to hear his teasing tone. “Don’t go losing a hand, Joseph,” I say, he sticks his tongue out and waves goodbye with his handless arm.
“He lost a hand?” Hal asks, somewhat aghast. “Why are you surprised?” I ask him, raising a brow.
“I hadn’t thought… I didn’t…” he mutters. I take his hand in mine. “He’s not the only one,” I confess to him. His eyes look down on me with worry and concern, and I can’t do much in the way of comforting him really. Actually, he should know. “It almost happened to me,” I say, lifting my sleeve to reveal a scar across the top of my wrist. He instantly halts, taking my wrist in his hand, examining it.
“When?” His voice is angry.
“A year ago,” I answer, “during the fish market in fall.” He looks up at me, his eyes dark.
“Who did this?” he asks… or demands.
Something inside me twists and I pull my arm away from him. “That’s a burdensome question to answer, Hal,” I speak plainly.
“No it’s not, there someone responsible and I’ll see to it—“
“What? You’ll punish someone for following through on the law?” I state. “That’s the price for thievery Hal, everyone knows it.” His face is full of frustration as he looks down at me.
“This was my Father’s fault,” he says, shaking his head. “He knew of the suffering… I told him, I’d seen it, lived it myself.”
“You?” I ask in disbelief. He turns to me, his expression serious. “King Henry the Fourth was a fearful bastard, but my father was a tyrant.”
I stared back at him, unable to say anything in return. There was still so much to be known about Hal’s family, his life… after that day by the lake, how could I presume to know even a quarter of it?
I take his hand again and press another to his face. He looks down at me, anger still lingering in his eyes but his face softening at my touch. “You’ll tell me about it?” I ask softly. His hand comes up to press against mine, “I will,” he says.
“Besides, you took over my story,” I say with a smirk. His head cocks and I watch him search my eyes for meaning. “I didn’t tell you how I got away from the fishmonger,” I smile.
He smiles and nods, a chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re right, I cut you off in the middle of your thrilling tale,” he says as his thumb grazes over my scar.
“It was quite thrilling indeed. It turned out this fishmonger was having an affair with the wife of another fishmonger. Just as he’d caught me, his wife caught him.” I smile, raising my brows.
“How did she catch him?” Hal asks, his eyes wide.
“She’d left a scarf with her family’s plaid on it… they were Scots,” I say. Hal gasps and I can’t help but laugh.
“Hasn’t anyone told you that behind every scar there is a story?” I tease, nudging his arm with my shoulder as we continue making our way towards the tavern. He doesn’t respond, but instead nods, taking my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as we continue on.
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HALS POV
I hated letting go of her hand. If I could hold it forever I would. But alas, true to her name, Mrs. Quickly took her from me, tying an apron around her small waist and pushing her onto the floor to serve the local scoundrels.
I sat at my old table in the back, accompanied by Dougal, who recounted to me the gossip heard throughout the tavern as of late.
“People are wondering Hal. They say it’s inevitable… if the King cares, they say.” Dougal takes a sip of his ale as he eyes me. The old bloke knew how to push my buttons, but I’d learned where and when to keep my mouth shut once my father’s was buried six feet below the ground.
“A King that cares is hardly a King,” I tell him. The sight of (Y/N) crossing to a busy table catches my eye and I follow her as I continue. “If that was all it took, no one would suffer.”
“Aye, but if not the King, then who?” Dougal presses, taking another swig of ale.
“That’s exactly what I asked my father,” I tell him bitterly. I take a swig of ale as I watch (Y/N) dodge grasping hands. I couldn’t tell what displeased me more, Dougal’s expectations of me, the shadow I walked in left by my father’s legacy, or the pigs that drunkely lunged at (Y/N).
“And what did he say?” Dougal asks then.
“Father, we can’t just stand by and allow this squalor be remembered as the legacy of the kingdom of England!” I yelled at the old man. He could barely stand on his own anymore, but I watched him try. I knew my word against him would move him to his feet, I hoped it would move his heart, too.
“You insolent child. How dare you speak of my legacy! You, the one who is meant to carry it out after me… you… who has done the impossible to oppose my judgments—“
“Because you don’t see England as I do!” I yell at him, feeling my throat burn with the anticipation of this moment. “I am of these people, I’ve lived in their poverty—“
“You are a Prince!” Father yelled. I nod and spit back “And a citizen of England!”
He stares at me with the same steely disappointment ever present in his grey eyes.
“You will leave, now. And such blatant disrespect for your King… well, your punishment will come soon enough,” he scoffs, waving me off.
I stood up, slamming my mug down as I stood to walk towards the men that poked and prodded (Y/N). Perhaps it was a mix of alcohol and memory that’d soured something inside me. But I knew I wanted change. Now.
“Please, stop,” (Y/N) spat at the men, swatting their hands away from her skirt as they oo-ed and aah-ed at her. I quickly lunged at the closest pig in the group, raising him up by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t you dare touch her, do you hear me?”
He was completely drunk, his face bearing a mix of humor and exhaustion, and perhaps it wasn’t fair, but what was? Were these the countrymen of the England I’d envisioned? Could I fix anything? Could I do anything to make things better for them? For (Y/N)?
“Hal,” (Y/N) calls up at me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I look back at her, then at the man before me, shoving him back into his seat.
“You son-of-a-bitch!” the man slurred behind me as I walked through the tavern. I grabbed my cloak hanging by the door, making to head out.
“Hal? Hal!” (Y/N) called. I felt her hand come around my arm as I wrapped my cloak over my shoulders.
“I have to go (Y/N),” I say, unable to look her in the eyes. It was as though a shower of shame and rage had washed over me, forcing me away from her. Forcing me to do something about everything I’d seen today. Her scar… the boy’s missing hand.
“Hold on— what happened? Is something wrong?” She says. I can hardly stand turning away from the concern in her sweet voice. Every part of me wants to wrap around her, shield her from anyone, anything.
“I’m sorry, I must go,” I tell her. Mustering my courage, I turn, leaning down to kiss her. Her lips are soft and careful against mine, and I hold myself back from hungering for more.
She stares up at me, concern and worry clear across her features. I turn to the door and make my leave, hurrying towards Perseus with every blazing step.
I wouldn’t come back until I had an answer. That was my punishment. The burden I’d carry, gifted to me by my father. There would be no more scars for her to tell stories of.
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Sly like a...? Part 9
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[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.5k
Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
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Tonight you had decided to ask Hoseok what he wanted to eat for dinner. A quick knock on his always-open door and a peek inside showed him sitting on his bed. With his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees he looked young. He was staring forlornly at the wall, perhaps you thought he was feeling a little homesick. The city was much different from what he was used to. 
“Hoseok, hey?” You sat beside him the scent of fresh pine on his warm-toned skin. Waving your hand within his line of sight in an effort to gain his attention. The deer blinked, giving you a bright smile and a cheery laugh. 
“Sorry, I was lost in thought?” He straightened out his legs. You patted the soft comforter in front of you. 
“Shuffle your butt over here,” you spoke softly. He continued to face the wall and shuffled over, you pulled him to lay back against you, “Are you feeling homesick honey?”
“Yeah, I guess I miss nature. It’s just, it’s so bare” he muttered looking around his room, a desk with a laptop, a bed, and bedside tables he sniffed wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “I miss it.”
“How about we get you some plants as many as you want, to fill the room, if you really want we can tear up the carpet and lay down grass instead,” Hoseok laughed as you described a tall plant by his desk flowers on his bedside tables and hanging pots from the ceiling. “You can call them, that’s why I got you this,”
He nodded taking the phone you held out to him, he dialed a number and placed it to his ear. “Hello?” 
“Hello my sister,” he said, relaxing as he heard the familiar voice. 
“Hobi!” She called through the phone, which seemed to cause a commotion on the other end of the phone as many voices could be heard, “what is it like in the city? Are they treating you nicely? Have you been eating?”
“It’s really nice and everyone is so fun and nice and we eat lots of food together,” he cheered. The family was talking happily and you grinned scratching Hoseok's head happily laughing with him. 
“We are going to decorate his room with plants,” you assured his family that he was being treated well, “oh! tonight is your choice for dinner so what would you like?”
“Unnie, Hobi likes Japchae and meat,” his sister giggled over the phone and you leaned around Hoseok and grinned. 
“What you think Hobi-ah? Sounds good?” You used their nickname teasingly but in hopes, he would feel more at home and at ease around you. 
“Mm, Hobi wants japchae!” He said cutely, making you laugh, you gently pushed his firm and warm body until he was sitting up enough to slip out from behind him. 
“Alright, you keep talking I will round up Jin and Yoongi and we will get to work cooking,” bidding your goodbyes to Hoseok’s family, you headed out to the kitchen. Yoongi was tying up his apron and Jin was playing video games with the youngest of the group. 
You decided against asking Jin as he seemed truly engrossed in playing his video games. Sorting out ingredients and finding a recipe Yoongi and yourself shuffled around the kitchen. There were moments where you reached over where he was cutting vegetables and your shoulders would brushed and just for a second you would hear a small purr. 
Jin lost to Jungkook and pouted, scuffing his slippers as he entered the kitchen, “Ya! The game likes Jungkook better!” He whined, with a grin on your face you pulled him into a hug. Arms wrapping around his tiny waist as you buried your face in the soft sweater he was wearing, it smelt sweet like figs and his ears twitched. 
“I am just happy you tried your best,” you praised him, as you felt the vibrating chittering in his chest almost like a purr but more like a rattle. He nuzzled your hair breathing in your scent. You got him to join in with the cooking. Your instructions interrupted by Taehyung who was complaining about being hungry.
Sliding between the two hybrids to get past, you got some ingredients from the fridge. You sat at the breakfast bar mixing the ingredients in a big metal bowl. Taehyung had been your neighbor for at least five years now and you knew his favorite foods. 
“Try this and tell me how it is?” you held a ball of rice out in a plastic gloved hand and he leaned in eating it. His eyes lighting up. He gave a deep mmh-mm of approval and his tail was smacking Jungkook in the thigh, the young boy looking at the offending appendage and swatted it away.
“Me too, noona” He smiled pointing to his mouth and you popped one of the Jumeokbap onto his tongue. He chewed it happily his cheeks puffed full, a purr filling the room loudly. You turned to Jin offering him a taste, he praised it with a thumbs up.
Carrying the bowl around to Yoongi you smiled, “You want to try one Yoongi?” He didn’t reply but leaned his head towards you eyes on the food mouth opened.
He let you put one in his mouth, and you pressed your ear to Yoongi’s shoulder, his purrs were definitely the quietest out of all the felines in the house, they were ones that vibrated deeply in his chest but didn’t make too much noise unless it was really quiet and you listened intently.
“I smell tuna!” Jimin grinned bounding over his long legs barely touched the ground and he smiled, “Me love, one for me”
You were trying to roll one but he had started rubbing his face on your jaw and neck impatiently, as he purred sweetly, “I am making it as fast as I can,” the words barely came out through your giggles his soft hair tickling your neck, his ears twitching at the sound.
“Here try this one,” he leaned in wrapping his mouth around the rice ball his eyes never leaving yours. “Is it good?”
“Mm very good” he hummed standing behind you his hands wrapped around your waist as you made one for Namjoon. He held out his hand and ate it, nodding before awkwardly shuffling around waiting for the food to finish. Hoseok exited his room smiling brightly, it seemed the conversation with his family had eased his loneliness.
Namjoon at dinner was a little scary all he could see was food and his deep purrs were so loud that it almost sounded like thunder rumbling outside. You brought up the question at dinner and watched them all choke on their food. 
“It is only natural, I am just wondering when and if you know your rut schedule so I can put it on the calendar and if you need any assistance during this time we can look for a suitable companion or items that can relief your needs.”
Jungkook was bright red and Jimin thought honestly, “I don’t need assistance but if when I am not in my room we could cuddle,”
“I also do not require assitance I will just be in my room,” Namjoon said with a small reassuring smile.
“I have never had a rut,” Jungkook said his cheeks never losing their rosey colour, “They gave us a hormone blocker every six months so we would behave, we just got really annoyed”
You nodded they all seemed to agree that they would be fine on their own in their room but you thought you would look into somethings as a fail safe. After your goodnights to each of the boys giving them a sweet kiss on their foreheads, you sat on Jungkook’s bed and told him more of the stories of the fox.
“In Korean legends, the Kumiho is often described as a terrifying and sad creature that strives to become a real human. It is said that a Kumiho can turn into a real human by eating 100 human livers or by marrying a human and living with them for 100 days without their true identity being discovered. There are many more theories on how they came to be but they…”
Once everyone was tucked in, you spent the night in the lounge. Searching the web for eligible companions and items that could assist the seven young men. You hoped they were all settling in nicely. A figure appeared in the hall, ringing his tail in his hands, you gave a soft smile, surprised as the figure came closer.
It wasn’t Jimin as you had first thought, it was Jungkook, you walked him back to bed and he whispered, “I am nervous what if I do something bad during my rut?”
“I know your true nature Jungkook, I know you don’t want to hurt any of the boys or even myself and when the rut passes well then you will be back to the old Koo we know and love.”
“Can you sleep in my room tonight?” He said and seeing your apprehension he added, “Just until I fall asleep?”
“Alright just until you fall asleep.” Not knowing how exhausted you were and how the bed was so soft and enticing. You had fallen asleep almost instantly, letting Jungkook pull you into his arms and nuzzle your shoulder.
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engagemachine · 2 years
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Sooooo... J's reaction to Taylor wearing those shorts?? I need a jealous joker moment today please feed me girly ty ily
Ah. This post.
The Joker doesn't get jealous—he knows he's got every part of her wrapped around his finger, and everything she does is for him.
What he does feel is possessive; it's the idea of someone else seeing her the way he does—how easy she is, the way her innocence allows her to parade around, looking the way she does, unaware of her own baby-soft sweetness, so oblivious—that's what riles him. It makes his jaw clench, makes his knuckles crack when he draws them into tight fists. She's fucking stupid if she thinks she's leaving the house looking like that, dressed in those shorts.
He watches her from the doorway, flitting around her room like a little bird, the strap of her purse snug between the valley of her breasts, one shoe still untied, her heel hanging out the back before she manages to push it in. She's bending down to tie the laces at the same time she blows on the nails of her right hand, trying to make the polish dry faster. Baby pink. She's liked that color lately.
She has no idea he's watching her, not until she feels the penetrating weight of his stare, and she looks up, startling at seeing him there, leaning up against the doorframe.
"Going somewhere?" he asks.
She must sense the irritation laced within his voice, and she recoils a little, biting her lip.
"Just to the grocery store, Mr. J. I wanted to get ice-cream for tonight, and a sharpener for my colored pencils."
She looks a little wary as she watches him push up from the door frame, amble into her room.
"Gee, you shoulda just asked," he says. He picks up a little knickknack from her dresser, some glass ornament, a little baby angel with wings. He snorts. How apt. "Daddy can sharpen those for you," he says, lowering his gaze to where she's still knelt on the floor, on one knee.
Taylor flushes—even after all this time, she still flushes. It's one of her most endearing traits, the true mark of her innocence, perhaps the one thing she'll never outgrow.
"They're really fancy pencils, Mr. J." She finishes tying her shoe and then slowly stands, watching him. "I don't want you to ruin them."
He doesn't say anything in response, and instead takes pleasure in the way she squirms in the resulting silence. She'll worry she will have offended him, saying that. She fiddles with the strap of her purse, then bites down on her lower lip, her little nervous tic. His eyes are dark as he puts down the glass figurine—perhaps with a little more force than is strictly necessary, if the way she jumps is any indication.
"The only thing I'm considering ruining are those sorry excuse of a pair of shorts you're wearing right now."
Taylor's face turns beet red. Her hands draw instinctively behind her back, as if just realizing how much her ass cheeks are hanging out. Like she forgot. Like she didn't know.
"I—I was gonna change—"
He arches a brow. "Were you?" he challenges. "After you put on your shoes?"
Taylor huffs, then, caught red-handed in a lie. It's almost amusing how quickly her features shift into a look of utter irritation.
"It's just a quick trip to the store!" she blurts, like that could possibly be a justifiable excuse for her ass-baring short-shorts. She might as well be wearing panties. "I wasn't even gonna take the bus. I'd be gone thirty minutes, tops."
The Joker works his mouth, looking at her, and it has its intended affect. She takes a small step back, towards the bed, employing her primary defense of choice: physical distance.
As if that could ever stop him.
"Just who is it that you're looking to impress, I wonder? You got a raging hard-on for the bag boy? Maybe the guy behind the butcher counter? The way he, uh, pounds his meat? Does that really do it for you? Get you all hot and bothered?"
"No!" she shouts, embarrassed, as if offended by the mere suggestion. "No, of course not."
She takes another step back—the backs of her knees bumping against the mattress—as he leisurely prowls closer. When he's standing in front of her, he hooks his finger into one of her beltloops, viciously tugs her closer, and revels in the sound of her shocked gasp.
"Don't let me catch you wearing this shit again," he growls, "unless you plan on wearing it while I'm fucking you."
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dokifluffs · 4 years
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Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Hinata, Kuroo
Pairirngs: Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) ft. Nekoma
Genre: hopefully funny, crack? 
Author’s Note: *posts that im taking a break from posting... One day later: here i am. Inspired by Unus Annus: Nutball momento mori, friends
Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Bokuto, Oikawa
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Hinata: 
The two of you were sat on his bed, lazing away, watching one piece
Hinata sat up with his back leaned back on the wall while you laid on your side, your head and most of your torso over his lap on his pillow
He rest his hand on your side while the two of you were amazed with the new episode
As the episode came to an end, the two of you talked about the episode and the entirety of the entire one piece world, how crazy about how long it was going
The conversation went from the talk of anime to food to volleyball and so many more, the possibilities were always endless
Hinata readjusted his seating, leaning forward, accidentally pressing your side
You let out a loud yelp, squirming harshly, laughing
“Oooh, Y/N are you… ticklish??” He seized your sides, tickling your rapidly as you burst into a fit of laughter and giggles
You tried to push him off, your body spastically turning side to side in his lap, trying to take a hold of his wrists
“S-Shoyo, s-stop,” you wheezed only making Hinata beam even brighter
You turned harshly toward him, your arms bent
You heard a loud yell from Hinata and his tickling ceased
“W-what happened?” You sat up and wiped away the tears that gathered, catching your breath from all the laughter
“I can’t have kids,” he peeped, his voice significantly higher than before as you broke into laughter again
“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, the sound of your voice fading into nothing, just clicking noises as you laughed, barely breathing
“But that’s what you get for tickling me,” you poked, the burn of guilt going through your body seeing him look up at you with a pout
“Zoro wouldn’t struggle like this,” you puffed, purposely bringing up his favorite one piece character
“Eye-“ he coughed
“Leave me to die, then, tell Natsu… I love her…”
“And me?” You asked, tilting your head as he laid on his stomach, half his face pressed into his bed
He dramatically choked on his air and then let out a dying breath, not giving you a response
“Hey!” You chopped his back, giving him ptsd since you chopped him right where Kageyama would kick him
“Gah-“  
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Kuroo: 
The sound of the various meats and kabobs grilled by the managers parents and coaches were covered by the sound of the electric air pump pumping up the bubble battle balls
Giant inflatable bubbles where your body would slip into the little tube opening so others wearing the bubble could bump into each other
But tonight, in celebration of the season ending, these were bought for the whole team and extras to play some fun games
The parents and families of the nekoma pitched in, buying various meats and foods for a grand feast for everyone to enjoy themselves
“Alright, in ya go.” Kuroo laughed as he shoved the ball over your body, pushing you right over and rolling down the hill to the field
Lev and Yaku were already bouncing along with others in the inflatables, bumping into each other, a few curses yelled to Lev as the taller one purposefully bumped into him, knocking the libero over
But his revenge was soon avenged by you as you rolled into him, knocking him over from behind like a bowling ball
In a short time, everyone, including you, were standing on the field to play what Kenma suggested called “last one standing” with the goal being for a single player to be the last one standing
Even though he didn’t play himself
You were absolutely not going to get in the way of all the guys of the team and stood to the side, avoiding everyone, especially kuroo
He was like a mad man, determined to win
The team went down by their captain’s great force, laughter erupting into the golden sky of the sun setting beyond the trees
Over time, you somehow even managed to be the last one with Kuroo but he purposefully done this to actually give you a chance
The others watched from the sides, some still in their bubbles, laughing about what had happened
Lev traumatized by being tackles by both yaku and kuroo at the same time, sending him almost toppling out of his own bubble
You just stood there in the clear bubble, trying to doge kuroo and his numerous attempts to knock you down
You ran around on the field, trying to get away but made the mistake of turning around to find him already charging toward you
He jumped into the air, bumping into your ball, sending you to the ground protected by the bubble
You slid out of it laughing but somehow found Kuroo on the ground in his tube, his legs curled as he howled in his bubble as everyone else was on the ground on the side, laughing their asses off, gasping for air and wiping their tears away
“Tetsu, what happened?” You laughed, pushing the tube off of him
“You kicked me right in my balls,” he breathed, his voice barely audible
He turned onto his face, groaning loudly at the pain he was in, tears falling from his eyes and his face all red
He won the game, but at what cost
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myfeetkeepdancing · 3 years
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Saint and Sinner  |  Arvin Russell x Male!Reader
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Summary: This continues where the movie ends. You pick up Arvin as you are on your way to Cincinnati. But he’s awfully quiet, haunted by his past. Not the ideal companion for a long journey, but you make most of it. 
Warnings: Smoking, drinking and smut
Words: 7814
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The orange glow of his cigarette illuminated the features underneath the cap for a brief moment. The cindering bud scattered across the tarmac as it parted with an almost spent cigarette. A puff of smoke blew from his lips. Carried away by the wind, into the forest beside him. Another car drove past him. A visible sigh racked his frame as he dragged his feet back into action. You spot the man from miles away. His appearance became more apparent the closer you got.
His intentions didn't change; you see his hand signal coming into view again. With his cigarette almost burned up, you leave your foot off the gas, and you let the car roll to a standstill a few yards after him. His jeans were dirty, torn, and worn long last past its intended lifetime. Just like the loose shirt hanging around his frame, the collar broad and wide. Blown by the wind. Spots of grime, sweat, and soil soaked in. A few locks of brown hair protruded from beneath his cap. Worn and colors fading. His expression was tired, and features that were gaunt like. Roadworkers were common in the area. And he sure looked the part.
"Hey there, where you be headin'?" You ask as he walks up to your window.
"I… haven't figured that out yet." He said in a beaten-down tone. "I was thinking somewhere north."
"I'm heading towards Cincinnati. You can travel along that way."
You could see him pondering, looking back down the road the way you came. If something was keeping him here. Reminding him of something. Before looking back at you. "I've been meaning to get up there."
"Well, hop on in." Leaning over to unlock the door. "I'm (Y/N)."
"Thank you...." Taking the last pull of his cigarette before tossing the smoldering remains on the floor. Closing the door behind him. "I didn't think anybody was gonna pick me up." Cradling the knapsack in his lap. And sharing a glance at you, forcing a small smile. Tightening his arms around his bag. His voice is dark and heavy. Carrying a sense of grim. "I'm Arvin."
"Rough day?"
"Hmmhm." He confirmed, avoiding any further eye contact. "Yeah…" Mumbling under his voice. Locked in a cold stare, reserved and absent.
There wasn't much to talk about. He sat there beside you, staring into the distance. You put the car into gear and steer back onto the road—a two-way road dissecting the large looming forest. Tall pine trees scattered up and beyond the horizon. As far as the eye can see. In the distance, a single-car drove ahead of you. A loaded truck passed by, and that was it. And as you pick up speed, a cool breeze of air began circulating through the open rolled windows. Following into the bending road, you spot the lay of the land ahead of you. A long stretch of road, rolling over the hills and valleys of the countryside. The branched off dirt roads dotted here and there all connected to a long stretch of road—a single lane connecting the smaller settlements to the cities. The road was uneven like most of them. The journey was going to be long. With the nob on the radio, you turn the volume down, the local radio broadcasting nothing noteworthy other then news and music replayed over and over again. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the road, you can't help but notice the boy's head bobbing. He must be the same age as you. Maybe a bit younger. His features were young, yet his expression was grave. He'd been through something. The way his eye pierced through the windshield. Roughed up by the countryside.
"You can sleep if you want, I'll wake you up once we hit town."
He just shook his head, fighting to stay awake. Arvin didn't want to fall asleep beside a stranger. Things were keeping him awake. His head heavy with sleep, burdened by his thoughts and deeds, bobbing on his neck. Swaying to the bounces and rockings of the car. His mind occupied elsewhere. Taking him back to times that were.
You weren't entirely sure if he was awake or not. He breathed somewhat heavily, and his head jerked back once in a while. "You… joining me?" You ask, motioning to the diner opposite the car. You hear a few grumbles, the sleepyhead still fighting to stay awake. His eyes small and narrow. With your coat hanging on your lap, ready to go, you give him some more time. He had been dozing off for little moments during the ride. But something was keeping him away, he'd jerk back into life, awake again and again. As if his nightmares were pushing him from his sleep. You slip open the pack of cigarettes and offer him one before taking one yourself. Something he didn't decline.
"I'll wait." He grumbled, voice hoarse and dry. "I'm not hungry."
"Hmm…" You watch him with interest, slowly awakening himself from the small naps. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, you notice the long brown locks of hair as he readjusted his cap, racking his fingers through as he coughed a little. Both still seated in the car, you quietly offer him a light. He leans over to you, catching the flame with his cigarette. "Something troubling you?" The question got out before you knew it.
The small flame of the lighter gave his appearance a somber look. He looked at you briefly through his lashes before seating back up. "It's nothin', just a… busy day." Pulling a big one from his cigarette. You remain seated like that for a while. Smoking a cigarette in peace and quiet. The parking lot at the dinner was almost empty, two cars and a lorry. From the car, you both watch the few customers dine and the young server walking up and down the diner. The sun was setting on the horizon, darkness slowly creeping into the surrounding woods.
"Here." Tossing the pack of cigarettes his way. "Just make sure no one gets into the car." You say and step outside, putting on your coat as the cold breeze crept upon you. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Don't worry about me." Sinking back into the chair. Taking another cigarette between his lips as he watches you enter the diner. Drawing a long pull and releasing a plume of smoke together with a long sorrowful sigh. Arvin was all alone in this world. Sitting in a strangers car, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't help but feel pity for himself. More and more questions began flooding his mind. Where should he go? What should he do? Would they be looking for him? And most importantly, did he do right? He rolled up the windows more to block out the cold wind blowing in. Arvin was alone once again. He wanted to. It's what he choose. Trust was hard to come by. Especially after all that had happened. He couldn't trust anyone. He sank deeper into his seat. His gaze stuck in nothing but mindless thoughts.
"Shit!" Arvin cursed, jumping in his seat. His instinct kicked in, holding a charged fist at whoever tried to get to him. But as he looked better, he could see a familiar face beside the car.
"Sorry, didn't mean to." You apologize while opening his door. "But I was wondering if you brought your jacket? Didn't see it on you, and you know, since you won't join me, you better get dressed. Gets pretty cold outside."
"Have my denim jacket with me." He said. Looking a bit puzzled by your concerns. "I'll be fine."
"Here." Slipping off your coat and handing it to him. "That denim jacket won't keep you warm. You sure you're not coming with me?"
He shrugged it off without even looking at you. You also let if go, and continue inwards. Like a typical diner, seating benches row after row. There was space for no more than fifteen to twenty people. At the end of the path cutting across the diner sat a jukebox. A nifty apparatus that was popping up everywhere. Even in small places like this. Behind the small bar with stools in flashy red and white accents all over stood the young server. She gave you a kind smile. Through a small gap in the wall, you could see the kitchen. The smell of bacon and fries welcome you—a sure pleasant one since you were in need of a good meal after such a long drive. A few seating away from the door sat an older couple, behind them, the lorry driver—just a quiet evening in the diner. You take a seat further up, close to the window to keep an eye on your car. And most importantly, your passenger. At first, he sat in the car, smoking one after the other, before finally dressing himself in your coat. Cold must be creeping into the metal.
In your mind, you couldn't understand nor figure out why he'd stay outside. He stretched his legs outside the car several times but regretted it moments later. The weather is getting a grip on him soon enough. Surprisingly enough, sleep didn't bother him anymore. Dinner alone didn't take long. The meal was good, a nice piece of tender meat with fries and a coke—a real classic. When you dine alone, you tend to finish quickly. Some small talk with the server might drag it out. But not tonight.
During your meal, you browse through the local paper. Read in upon the local and national news. Check the adverts and job offers. Ponder about work, family, and other matters. But somehow, your thoughts keep getting pulled away—more than once. And when you look up from your meal, your eyes automatically divert to your car. Catching his eye. The distance wasn't that far. But the contact was there. And feel caught nonetheless. He wasn't staring at you. But you keep catching each other's gaze—more than once. Your meal was interesting, but outside was something more worth your attention.
The red neon lights illuminated the entranceway and part of the parking lot. You were flooded by it once you stepped outside. In the small cluster of buildings on this side of the road, this one stood out the most. A local watering hole further up was the only other noteworthy building. The rest was wrapped in darkness. Two lamp posts illuminated the main street. Furthermore, no light. Just quiet and darkness. All in all, the small place was a sad display; most buildings were dilapidated, poorly maintained, and without much charm. Life went one elsewhere, but here, somehow, time seemed to stand still. A chill ran up your spine to tell you it was time for another stretch on the road.
The windows were rolled up all the way, except the one on his side—a small opening near the top, big enough to rid excess ash from his cigarette. You take a seat behind the wheel again, placing the paper bag beside him. A look of surprise shoots across his face; the smell must have caught on. "It's for you." You say while starting the car. The headlights illuminate the parking, and it's silent metal habitants.
"You didn't have to." Coughing his smoker's breath away, peaking into the bag. "But 't smells good."
"Dig in, my friend." Pushing the bag further towards him. "Can't imagine you're not hungry." A thin, forced smile softened his otherwise tired and lackluster expression. "It'll do you good."
"Thank you." He says while looking up at you. You feel the words carry their message across. The way he looks at you, straight into your eyes. "That's... real kind of you." Taking the contents from the bag. He carefully begins to unfold the wrap from the steaming hot burger on his lap. A sip from the cold milkshake seems to make him whole again. So did the first bite into the burger, leaning back as he slowly lets the flavors overwhelm him. "That's real good." He nods. "Yeah..."
"Good to hear…" Giving him a smile as you bring the car into action. The road ahead was dark and still so many miles to make. "Still got plenty of miles to go."
With the headlights of your car being the only source of light in the vicinity, driving became a tiresome experience. Staring ahead of you. No proper focal point. Just the road, two beams of light, and a pitch-black horizon. The sound coming from the radio was nothing special, pretty much the same as the jukebox from earlier. Your back began to feel sore and worn, annoying you. Small talk had been minimal. Arvin wasn't much of a talker. Not a storyteller. He kept his answers short. Therefore the whole chatter didn't have any deep subjects. Just plain chit chat about work and life. The work he did. The news. Yet, not mentioning his family. He avoided it. For a reason, you guess.
"What's there for you in Cincinnati?" He asked. For once, you were taken aback by his interest. Managing to speak a whole sentence. You chuckle to yourself lightly. Arvin noticed but didn't react.
"Home." You said, giving him a smile as he looks at you. "Been on a family visit for a couple of days."
"Hmmm…" He shifts his gaze from you back to the road. "Parents?"
"Yeah, I... used to live there. Farm life wasn't for me." You said. "Have you figured out where you're going?"
"Not yet." He sighed, sinking back further down in his seat. "Thank you for the coat. Glad the heater is back on again." Warming his hands in front of the vent. "It's cold."
"The least I can do."
The drive from the diner to the motel was a mere four-hour drive. Again in full darkness, only with a few more cars here and there. You knew the route for a certain bit. Arvin didn't pay attention to the road numbers when you tried to recall the last one. Arvin just raised his shoulder questionably. He didn't know. And it wasn't his fault, but you were trying to involve him in the process nonetheless. At least try to make the best of your company. When you stopped, he did join you looking on the map. Decked out onto the hood of the car, finding your way across the spiderweb of roads. He did look. But didn't say much. Smoking a cigarette, nothing more. In the last miles fifty or so miles, you made a stop to refuel, bought another pack of cigarettes, some small snacks, and went on for the final stretch. Arvin was said very little. Like before.
"Alright... so." You said, waiting for Arvin to catch up. "I've booked a room for the night here, perh-"
"I better go." He nodded, with a notion of defeat in posture. Adjusting his cap over his long curls again. With his gaze to the floor, he throws the knapsack over his shoulder.
"That's not what I meant." You chuckle out laughter, scratching yourself behind your ear. His eyes widen as he looks up, you see the grip on the strap tighten. "It's not that late." You say. "How about a beer? I know a bar further up. On me."
His pursed lips and a downcast glance told you enough. One hand on the strap of his bag, he tucked the other away in his pocket. A sigh followed that was louder than even he expected. The shadow created underneath his cap by the lamppost was enough to be unable to read in expression. Or see his eyes.
From what you have seen from this man, this Arvin. The words he spoke were few. Very few. But the eyes didn't. Once you looked into those eyes, they didn't deceive. They tell you more than his words could make out. He removed the last cigarette from the package you gave him. "Got a light?" He asked with a heavy voice. From your pocket, you flip open your lighter. Before giving you one more look. "Thank you (Y/N)." And with that, he starts walking away from you.
"Arvin." His steps slowed down before glancing back in your direction. Not at you. "Take good care of yourself."
He simply nodded, blew the smoke from his lips, and walked away. You try to shake it off and continue to check-in. The small room was furnished like any other. A small room centered around the bed, a tiny bathroom in the back, a wardrobe to one side, a chair to the other. Colors were near the same throughout the rooms. This was simple, dark, and drab greens. An old model of a television stood on a wooden counter near the wall. You seat yourself into the chair and tune into the first channel of only six. There wasn't much time that went by as sleep began to creep in. Eyelids heavy with sleep. Thoughts turned to none. Gazing mindlessly at the black and white images dancing on the screen.
You veer up in your seat, completely awake—two knocks on your door, loud and powerful, resonated through the room. You didn't have a bad conscience, as some would suggest. But this was far from expected. With your eyes wide open, heart beating in your chest, you approach the little spyhole in the door. Focusing one eye on…
"Arvin?" You pull open the door with a more than a surprised look. "How' d-... W-...?"
He'd clearly been beaten up by the weather. His breath fanned out before him like a small cloud, the cold from outside, riding up against you. Bringing your senses back to life again. It must have been more than an hour since you last saw him. Outside was cold, like before, windy and above all dark as the night could be. He reeled from the cold. Shaking to his very core. "Can I come back on that offer?"
"Of course." Taking a step back and holding the door open to him. "C'mon in."
"Thank you." He said, rubbing his hands together feverishly. "Tis damn cold outside." Standing uncomfortably in the room. Rocking on his heels, trying to warm himself up.
"It is…" Closing the door behind him, you don't know what to expect. But a sense of relief did surface for a brief moment. Something about him made your heart flutter. "So... what happened?"
Arvin didn't look pleased with himself. Sighing deeply, forcing his gaze to the floor if he was about to confess something. "Nothin' happened. That's the problem. I..." He shook his head, as if conflicted by his train of thought. Embarrassed to admit something.
"I'm just curious, Arvin. No more."
"I... didn't know where else to go..." He confessed, shoulders sinking, head hanging low.
"It's ok." Feeling pity for the man. What you didn't know was that Arvin had been standing there, in the darkness, for a long time. He'd walked the streets alone. Trains weren't there. Money he didn't have. Nor any family. Lost in his thoughts. Alone and cold. Without anything but a knapsack filled with old belongings. What was he going to do? He was a lost cause either way.
What he needed was hope. A light at the end of the tunnel. So he returned, standing in the distance, shivering from the cold in some alleyway. Catching the last glimpse of you as you unloaded your suitcase. Arvin had wondered for how long he should stay there. Was ten minutes long enough? Half an hour, maybe? He troubled himself with all sorts of thoughts, as he observed the small window which a little bit of light shone through.
"You mind if I...?" Pointing at the glass and bottle of liquor beside the chair—another reason for you why sleep began to set in earlier than usual.
"No, not at all." He handed you the glass with your remaining bit, downing it in one go. "It helps me sleep from time to time." Releasing a small hiss as is burned down your throat. Watching Arvin putting his lips to the bottle. Downing a few good swigs. "Might help you as well."
"Hmmm... I sure could use it." He looked at you with dreary eyes. "Sure could use it..." Wiping the drool from his lips with the back of his hand. His whole body was still shaking and shuddering on his legs. The glass trembling in his hand. You could see the pale white skin of his fingers gripping the glass. They were whiter than his grime stained shirt.
"So, what's your plan?" You ask, taking a comfortable position leaning against the wall.
Arvin had thought about the question beforehand. If he was going to escape the former life, he needed to go far away. Somewhere where he couldn't be found easily. The city was a good start. "Could I… travel with you… to Cincinnati?" He asked with a slight hint of hesitation in his voice. "If you don't I…"
"No problem." You said, cutting him off. He might not have been the perfect companion from the start. But you have to start somewhere. Not everyone earns their trust as quickly. "If all goes well, we'll hit Cincinnati tomorrow around noon. You can figure out what to do next on our way down there."
"I appreciate that." He smiled thinly. "Thank you, mister."
"Alright, alright." You nod and head for your suitcase. "And it's (Y/N). No more mister." You warn him with a raised finger and a smile. "I think we might be of the same age."
"Twenty-two."
"See." Confirming your suspicions. From there, you sort some clothing out. A clean white shirt, pair of jeans, and a sweater. You walk over to the door and take your coat from the hanger. "Go take a bath, freshen up. And those are yours." Pointing to the fresh pair of clothes on the foot end of the bed. You slip on your coat and pull a cigarette from the pack in your pocket. "I know what you're thinking. I'll wait outside."
Arvin looked at you with suspicious eyes, as if you had a whole different intention. He stared at you while you unlocked the door and took the keys. "Are you gonna call the cops?" His entire body stiffened as he asked the question. Terrified of the answer.
"What?" You chuckle into laughter. "No. What makes you think that?"
"Then why are you doing this?!" He shot back. "Why do all of this?! Why give me clothes?"
"You came back for a reason, Arvin." You didn't need to think about it long. One of two things was possible. Either good or bad. And soon you would find out which. “I'm just trying to help. But feel free to leave..." Taking a step aside, holding the door open for him. Letting the cold wind wash in. "You may have trust issues. But I don't." Revealing your wallet from your back pocket. "I know exactly what's in here." Tossing it on the bedsheets. "If you change your mind, or have a suspicion..." Nudging towards the wallet. "Have a go, might survive a couple days on it. Figure things out."
"I won't." He said resolutely. Taking a stance.
"I know." You nodded. "But I'm trying to make a point here. I'm not bad, either. And I know you're a good lad."
He stared at you with troubled eyes. "You don't know that." Shaking his head, his jaw locked, and lips pursed thin. "I have done things." His voice was dark, and spoke with a sense of guilt. "I have sinned." He spoke it like some warning.
"We all have." You preached wisely. "And you don't need faith to do it."
"What did you just say?!"
"You have no faith, Arvin. At least, not anymore. You either lost it or… something happened." The tension was thick. The way he looked at you. A sight that made you shudder. If he might turn hostile at any moment. Yet the more you look into his eyes. The more lost you feel yourself. Something was amiss with him. "You don't thank the Lord for your food. Nor mention him in every third sentence like those folk down in the countryside." Arvin's nostrils flared as he listened and let the words sink in. "I've seen it without my own family. Everyone there puts their trust in faith. But it only gives false hope."
"You don't know." Averting his gaze. "I'm not like one of them."
"That's my point."
"What about all this?" Throwing hands at the clothes. "Won't they miss these at home?"
"My wallet would be worse." You shake your head while suppressing laughter. "There's also a lock on the door in the bathroom. If you don't trust me, that is." Taking the cigarette in between your lips. "Which is up to you." And step outside. The howling wind welcoming you as you struggle to catch the flame. Turning your back to the wind, facing Arvin again. "Also, I live alone. They… don't give a damn for giving away a pair of clothes." Shooting him a smile. "I'll be back in thirty." Closing the door behind you.
Forty minutes had passed when you returned. With caution, you unlocked the door, careful not to scare or walk into him. Not to your surprise, Arvin appeared in a better-suited attire than earlier. Standing beside the bed with his denim jacket on. His hair freshly combed, and the dirt and stains removed from his face and neck. In his hand, he held a cigarette, the other tucked into this pocket. He looked so much better. Cleaner, fresher and more man than before. You both locked eyes on each other. Still not sure whether the tension had cleared from earlier.
But the cold had done enough on you, your nose was running, and the wind had found every little inch of exposed skin. Freezing you to your very bone. "Good God…." Cursing something more while sniffing your nose. "I'm freezing." And close the door behind you. Warming your hands together while looking at Arvin. "You look much better." Reaching for the bottle for a swig. "Hope it did you good." Sneezing your nose after in your handkerchief.
An adorable smile cracked his features as he flipped away the half-smoked cigarette onto the street. Chuckling to himself as he closed the door, stepping into the room. His smile brightened the room. "It did." He said with a terribly precious smile. "Thank you (Y/N)."
"You're welcome." Planting yourself on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleepers from your eyes. The room had warmed up adequately since you turned up the radiators before you left for a cigarette outside. The warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. Feeling your ears glow like never before.
"I was about to come look for ya."
"Oh..." Releasing a long stretched yawn. "Well, I'm here." You rub your face wrecked with sleep.
"This is yours." Handing back your wallet.
"Thank you. What'd you do with it?"
"Nothing. Like you said."
"I knew you would." Flashing him a smile. In that short moment of eye contact, you notice a small shimmer in his eyes. It was brief. Something had happened.
"Thank you (Y/N). And my apologies."
"I'm just glad you're still here."
"I owe you that beer." He said, nudging towards the door. "Should we?"
"We'll figure that out later. I'm feeling tired." You knew full well Arvin had changed for the occasion. You detected a hint of disappointment in his reaction—the snort of air through his nose. But sleep had set in. With the cold crept into your bones, you longed for the warm sheets of a bed. Not a cold, stale beer in some backwater bar. "I've been to the reception… and uh... there's another room available. But…-"
"I don't want you to go through that much trouble for me." He raised his voice.
"I only wanted to say, I just... don't have that kind of money to spare right now. And-"
"I don't expect you to. You've already done enough." He smiled thankfully, but unexpected. "It's my own fault. I'll sleep in the car, or on the flo-..."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous." You cut him short. "Is that the alcohol talkin'?"
 "There's only one bed for the two of us." He said, his thin smile more of a joking kind than anything else. "It has the space, but…"
"As long as you don't elbow me. I'm fine with it." You yawn out loud, stretching your limbs. "I just need some rest. I'll take this side-" Patting the cushion beside you. "-you the other."
"Fine." He snorted and sat on the other side. "Fine…" With the switch on your side of the bed, you dim most of the lights. Turning up the heat slightly on the thermostat, you make sure neither one gets cold in case someone pulls the cover from one another. The sheets were big enough, but just in case. You thought about sleeping in the chair, or the car. But neither of those were good options. As far as you know, a cheaper motel was miles ahead. Not that you had the money to spend on another room. But…
"G'night." Arvin mumbled while pulling his socks off. You glance back as his comment pulled you from your thoughts. A shudder of some sort short up through your spine. Followed by a growing glow of warmth. Boiling your insides slowly. Churning your stomach. In that instance, that moment you glanced back, Arvin sat at the edge of the bed. Just like you, but without a shirt. His broad shoulder and masculine back did something to you, you couldn't describe. The air stocked in your throat. Your eyes meet, sudden and short, as he turned his head slightly, his gaze locking into yours momentarily as he glanced back over his shoulder. The brown locks of hair dangling in front of him.
"Goodnight." Stripping yourself of the remaining pieces of clothing. Feeling the motion of Arvin shifting on the mattress, slipping himself under the covers. You turn the lights off with the switch beside your bed. Letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, and slide under the covers on the opposite side. Arvin lay on his back, gaze to the ceiling. And join him in doing so. Leaving a small space in-between. Like a neutral zone. It was mutually agreed without exchanging a single word about it. One arm propped under your cushion, the other resting on your stomach. Yet your heart hammered in your chest. You were glowing, cheeks burning. Not from the alcohol. Not from the cold. You were far more awake than you ever have been that day. Eyes wide open. Swallowing the lump down your throat. You just keep your gaze to the ceiling, but you wanted to… to look beside you.
"At what time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?" He said quietly, feeling his gaze shift towards you. Every bit of movement on the mattress made your heart pump harder. Laying on your back, the bed wasn't small. You made yourself small, close to the edge, a bit of cover draped over you. Yet he felt so close by. The sound of him breathing alone made you…
"I… I... d-don't know… We'll see…" You clear your throat, keeping your eyes in afront. "We'll see." The everlasting silence returning again. The night turned dark and quiet. No cars driving past. No birds singing. No music from across the street. There was nothing, just silence. You don't know how long you've been laying there, staring at the ceiling. The tension building up. Listening to his breathing. You can't help it; you're too focused on it. Only the howling wind outside, the rustling of branches outside, brought a change of sound—every lick of lips, movement of his tongue in his mouth. You could hear it.
"(Y/N)?" He asked, rolling his head on the cushion, meeting your gaze for a second as you looked over. The cushions touched each other, that wasn't the problem. They were big enough, but the space between the two of you. That wasn't. The touch of arms was enough for you to jump a little.
"Yes… I'm awake." You sighed and continue to spit out a lie blatantly. "It's the weather. I always have trouble falling asleep when it's windy." You glance at him. "And you?"
"I don't know..." He said, bringing the conversation to a dead stop. You swing yourself onto the edge of the bed and lift yourself onto your legs. Making your way to the bathroom and lower yourself on the throne. Relieving yourself of the necessary. Before rounding the corner of the room, you halted for a moment. Standing there, several meters away from the bed. Even in the dark, you could see Arvin lying on his back. The outlines of his body, masculine shapes draped under the covers. You wish he didn't see you standing there. But you could feel his eyes shifting towards your direction. You shuffle back towards the bed and crawl back under. A sigh escaped you, trying to focus your mind on something else. The rustling leaves of the trees outside. The ticking radiator. The rumbling clouds. Time crept by slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy, yet sleep didn't seem to set in. "I can feel the sheets… shaking. You ok?"
"Oh, yeah...I' m-... I'm fine." You said with a sigh. Scratching the back of your head. "It's cold." Tugging the sheets in and around you. "That's all."
Everything beneath you moved and swayed. You expect he must have rolled onto his side, perhaps facing your way. The thought alone made you… warm. His breathing again remaining the only sound you could focus on. Added to that, the increasing warmth radiating from his side of the bed. You could still feel your toes being cold, hands numb, and ears glowing. Yet the heat was creeping into you. As if the radiator had crept under the covers. Was it Arvin…? Was he closer? The thought alone was tantalizing. Sending the hairs rising on your harm. You notice your breath becoming irregular, shuddering even.
"I should-...You tried to say, turning towards him by rolling onto your back. But you let out a small gasp in a semi terrified, panicking state. It all went so fast. You bumped up against him. Body against body. Warm and inviting. Yet in your reflex, you try to roll back on your side.
But his hand… His hand held in your place, resting on your hip. "You're freezing..." He breathed heavily, fanning along the skin of your neck. Shivers rushed across your spine as his hand lowered. Feeling your cold body with his hands. Shaking lightly as he touched upon your frame. Trailing up and down with his fingers. Your senses were in complete overdrive. Every point of contact was intensified by your mind. Slow and careful. You were numbed on the spot. Feeling your shoulder resting against his chest. Strong and masculine, like you glimpsed upon earlier.
"Y-Yes… Ar-... Arvin…" The words came out stuttering. You couldn't help it. Your hands shook, and your body was heating up quicker than ever before. "M-Maybe I… I should g-g-get a b...b-ath."
"You could have..." He said as his breath fanned against your neck. Sending shivers down your spine. The mattress moved again, Arvin began closing the distance between the two of you. If you had a chance to stop him now, it was right here. His hand moved from side to your stomach, his arm wrapping around your waist. Behind you, you feel the heat literally rising. His entire body came in contact with yours. Torso flat against your back, legs cupped by his. "But there's a reason you didn't..." He whispered into your ear. "It's the same why I came back." Before you had a chance to react, let alone sigh of relief. His lips followed, nose trailing along the back of your neck. You could feel the sloppy kiss burning on the skin of your neck. “Isn’t it, (Y/N)”? 
It made everything different. All this strange tension that had circulated for the past hours had manifested in this one kiss. It burned barriers, tore down walls, and fulfilled your wildest thoughts. You let out a groaning moan as your body stiffened as he moved closer onto you. Sliding his hand further across your stomach, pulling you in closer. Feeling the warmth and curves of his body, pressed against you. 
You try to regain your senses, not resisting his hold on you, but instead, turn towards him. And he let you, his hand that pulled you in, now slid along your frame, fingers roaming from your stomach to your back. Finally coming even with him. Even in the dark, this up close, you see the stunning outlines of his features. The dimples on his cheeks and freckles dotting his skin. Leaning into his lips, the kiss was everything you wanted. Soft and warm, but a particular ferocity to it. A gasp escaped your lips as you parted, cupping the back of his head with your hand. "Say it…(Y/N)" He said with a slightly shaking voice. The very mention of your name, in that harsh tone, made you shudder in excitement. "-tell me I'm right..." Pulling your lips back onto his. Arvin was the moving force in this; he could play you like anything else. And you would let him. "Say it… (Y/N)...You wanted this to happen..."
He still continued to advance on you. "I've been through enough…" His one hand touched on your inner thigh. Moving up every so slowly. "I've seen so much darkness." He said, pressing a kiss to your chest. Looking up at you as you groaned. "I don't want to anymore." Pushing himself further onto you. Shifting his weight towards you. And you let it happen, rolling onto your back. His lips take the skin of your shoulder for granted. Leaving behind hickeys. "I want it to change." He muttered in between the kisses, moving further along with the lines of your body, from the shoulder to your collarbone and chest. Forcing the wind from your lungs as his body followed along, resting on top of you.
"Shit, A...A-Arvin." You freeze on the spot, feeling his member pressed against you. Long rigid and firm, poking wantingly into you. The nerves in your system get the better of you. "I...I...I... can… help…and…a-and... I want to..." Every word took an effort to speak as he grinded against you slowly. Searching for friction, taking every ounce of concentration to utter a word. "But… B-But there a-are... other w-w-ways?!"
"No... The way you look at me." At the same time, his hand found its way to your pelvis. You had felt yourself growing in mere seconds. Blood racing your system. And now, those outlines, throbbing in your shorts, were traced by his fingers. "You make me feel like… like... I've never felt... in years." He groaned.
"Please A-Arvin... Don't mistake my kindness... f-for love. I… I-..." The touch of your cold hands on his warm, nurturing skin was everything you could ask for. His touch rocking your very being. The feeling of his naked body on yours. Your mind is almost blank. Captivated by his motions. Wanting more.
"Say it… (Y/N)..." He growled while kissing you hard. Your lips trembled upon his, shaking from pure ecstasy racing through your system. You can't help but kiss back. You wanted more. But you didn't have the courage. Thank God he did. “Tell me I’m right.” 
"Y-Yes…A-Arvin…" You confirmed wholeheartedly, with a full-fledged groan of excitement. “Yes!” But were silenced in the moment again by his lips. Cradling your cheeks in his hands. Your heart fluttered, leaving you absolutely breathless. A smile grew on your face. And you could feel his growing against your lips. "Arvin... P-P-Please..."
"You either stop me if you want me to...." Hooking his finger on the band of your shorts. Adding finger by finger, until his entire hand slid in. He looked at you with small eyes, a flicker of innocence shining through. “Or you help me...” He growled. "But… what I'm about to do... I do because I want to." A smile showed on his otherwise troubled face. A smile you had never seen before. So soft, so kind. So loving. It showed a side of Arvin, you didn't expect to see. "Not because I have to… I… want to." Smacking his lips on yours. His hand palming your boner. Your breath stoked in your throat, feeling unable to respond. His fingers sliding along the pulsating flesh of your cock. Initiating the first strokes as he forced away your shorts. The covers were no longer there, and your eyes had accustomed to the darkness. The little light that the moon shone into the room was more than enough. His body resting against yours, feeling the heaving of his chest and the moving of his body. Every heartbeat, every breath he took. You felt it.
He stroked rough, with an intensity you couldn't match as your shaking hand reached for his. Even in the darkness, it stood out. The stiffness poking into your side, reminding you. His groaned breaths said enough as you brought them together. More than a handful for him. It's thrilling and highly intoxicating, invigorating, flesh against flesh. There was nothing else but his member on yours. His cockhead rubbing against yours. His shaft rock hard and wet. The veins and ridges of his, pulsating and desperate. Craving for more. A sensation you wish would never end.
The position was awkward at first. Arvin laying half on top of you. Cocks brushing in the middle. But as the heat rises, the momentum picks up. It all fell in place. With his one hand, he stroked, long and hard. The other arm, wrapped around your neck. Holding onto you.
His moans were short but charismatic. Your eyes get drawn to his every growl. Massaging your erections together in a lustful vigor. Everything was intensified. The veins on his arm showed. The muscles rippled in motion. The pressure of his worked masculine chest forcing into you. His glances helped you work together to a common goal. A shuddering touch of your fingers along his frame forced out more sounds than you could bear. Droplets of wetness shimmer in the moonlight. Holding them together in perfect pairs.
The shaking intensified, for both of you. Groaning to each other's touches. Senses rising beyond the unthinkable. As Arvin came first. His motions became sloppy, irregular, and twitching. His grip faltered as he came. His body trembled on yours, groaning as he held onto you for dear life. It's quick and messy. As you take over his grip. Struggling with the wetness and hard sensations in your hand. But it's helping you reach your high even faster. The reality of your hand holding them both together is hypnotizing. Even more when you feel him reaching his climax. He held you, with his strong arms, tight against his body. Groaning your name as all looked up at you. Locks of brown hair, tangled and messy, hanging before his eyes. His eyes widened, big and full of emotion. Gasping for air as you stroked harder. You bring your lips onto his, closing his gasping mouth. He moaned and shook through and through. The fierce kiss interrupted by his climax, he parted with a shuddering gasp as you both glanced down in between you. These boys did look at explosions.
And it sure was mesmerizing. His pulsating and jolting climax spilled over the pair. From the slit, a string of cum streamed from his cock. The first shots went airborne, splattering your pelvis and stomach. Each stroke of your hand initiates another wave. It began to cover your hand and both lengths. It's slippery, wet, and extremely satisfying to force out of someone else then yourself. Especially when he took over once again. You didn't need much more. The firm grip of his hand returned once again. He was strong. And his grip was more than satisfying. Heavenly. Regaining his breath on your chest. Focused on one thing. You suck the air into your lungs, almost if you need that to force your load out. The pressure builds up fast enough. And Arvin went for it. Stroking every last drop from you. Turning everything in a panting mess of growled, exhilarated lovemaking and passion. You both heaved for air in silence. Arvin still on top of you. In turn, stealing kisses from each other.
"I… have…" You muttered through your heavy breathing. "so... many questions..." You caught a glimpse of a smile on Arvin's face as he moved off the bed. Returning moments later with a towel. Hunched on his knees beside you, he cleaned every drop from you. With a careful finger, he inspected your areas to see if there was any left. His touch is slow and somewhat sensual. Dragging his finger over your, now, glowing skin. "Arvin?"
"Hmmm." He hummed softly, pulling the covers towards himself and began to cuddle up to you. Arvin completely naked, slowly cradling onto you. You can still feel his member rubbing into your skin. "Your warm again." He said while looking at you. His eyes had more life to it. Slowly putting an arm around your neck. Cuddling himself up on your chest. Pulling the cover along with him. Resting his head on your chest. You can't resist the temptation to twirl your fingers through those brown curls. Long and beautiful.
"What happened to you?"
He sighed and sank deep into your embrace. Folding himself around you. Embracing you. "I have sinned… and lost my faith." He said peacefully. "You were right." Pressing a small kiss to your chest. "Parts of me have died… and more. But here… today... I found a piece of me… I didn't know I lost."
You didn't expect those kinds of words from him. For a man with as few as his, this had emotion. For once you didn't have to read his eyes, or his expression to know what he meant what he said. A slight snore shook you from your thoughts as you trailed your fingers through his hair, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position. Arvin didn't move. He snored softly in your embrace. He looked peaceful. At ease. Curled up to you like that. You didn't track time, but you had a feeling, deep down inside of him, something was healing. He was sleeping, without being awoken by his nightmares. At least not yet.
Only the name remained, muttered softly from his lips.
A girl?
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bedbellyandbeyond · 2 years
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The Straw
(Story Post)
After a long day of work, the last thing Sydryn wanted to see was their refrigerator items strewn across the kitchen counters and floor while their sibling took a nap at the kitchen table. There were also several grocery bags among the catastrophe, heaped and overflowing with countless fluffy pink pastries. “What in the world is going on here?” Sydryn demanded, loud and stern enough to startle Seranan awake. “Sissy! What, oh…” Seranan sat up and looked around. “Oh, yes. I was just doing some reorganising… But then I got tired and took a nap, I guess.” “Reorganising my refrigerator? Full of my food?” Sydryn snarled. “Why in the world would you do this? Not to mention, you left the refrigerator door wide open!” “D'uh. How else would I access it during lengthy grocery reorganisation?” Seranan asked, propping up their head. “And I did it to fit in my groceries.” Sydryn picked up one of the shopping bags and held it open. “This is entirely roll cakes!” “Yes. Disgusting, I know. You can blame your little angel for introducing me. Now I have a wicked craving all the time,” Seranan groaned. “Don't blame Köbi for this! When did you even go out and get nine bags of these? You're not to leave the house!” Seranan rolled their eyes and tapped their phone on the table. “They have grocery delivery apps now. Join us in the 21st century, Sissy.” Sydryn fumed. “You of all dragons did not just tell me to modernise...” “Just because I'm a history hoarder does not mean I don't know how to use the internet,” Seranan huffed. Sydryn threw the grocery bag down and pointed to the hall. “Get out of my kitchen immediately!” Seranan rolled their eyes and got up, cradling their underbelly like it was such a struggle. “I bought them for you too, you know. The angel said they’re your favourite.” “Stop talking to Köbi!” Sydryn snarled.
“You should be happy we get along at all...” Seranan shrugged. “All your little pets typically piss me off.” “Köbi is not my pet, he is my employee,” Sydryn growled. “That kind of talk is exactly why I do not want you talking to him.” “Where is the little ‘employee’, anyway?” Seranan huffed. “He should be here to help clean up this mess...” “First of all, he is my assistant, not your maid. Second of all, I was going to ask you the same thing. I had to work late, so he should've been home over an hour ago.” Seranan shrugged. “I haven't seen him.” Sydryn sighed and stepped out into the hall. “Köbi?” they called up the stairs. Köbi poked his head out of the powder room just down the hall. “Yes?” “Ah. You are home. Seranan said they hadn't seen you.” “Huh?” Köbi walked over and looked into the kitchen. “You don't remember me coming in?” Seranan waved a hand. “How am I supposed to pay attention to what you’re doing all the time?” “But you asked for me the minute I got home. We had a whole conversation about where Syd buys their roll cakes,” Köbi reminded. “I thought that was yesterday.” “It was definitely today, because they would've been closed yesterday.” Seranan waved a hand. “Unimportant. Must have slipped my mind. Anyway, your employer's home. Shouldn't you have dinner prepared by now?” “You specifically asked me not to come into the kitchen since you would be occupying it during your delivery,” Köbi reminded. “Several times, I checked back to see if I could get dinner started, but you hissed me away." Seranan frowned and shrugged. Sydryn groaned and grabbed Seranan by the braid. “Clean up this mess immediately, or I will burn all of these desserts and you won't have any dinner tonight!” Seranan whined. “My tail! Sissy, that's so mean! You wouldn't starve a pregnant dragon, would you?” “Starve?” Sydryn motioned the plastic wrappers strewn across the kitchen table. “You've eaten twenty of these already!” “They hold absolutely no nutritional value, though...” “Then stop eating them!” “It's a craving! I can't help it!” Köbi waded through the sea of plastic grocery bags to get to the fridge. “I was going to make a roast, but I don’t really think there’s enough time, so how about…fettuccine?” “Absolutely not. I will vomit if I eat another beet coloured pink pasta noodle,” Seranan declared. Sydryn yanked their sibling’s hair again. “You’ll eat what you’re served.” They looked to Köbi, though. “I need meat.” “Okay… Uh, how about smoked meat sandwiches?” Köbi suggested. “Perfect. Thank you.” Seranan rolled their eyes. “Everything’s always smoked meat, pink pasta, rose tea, salmon, prawns, grapefruit…” With another swift yank, Sydryn spun their sibling around grabbed their wrist tightly. “Are you mocking my hoard?” Seranan snarled, scaling up under Sydryn’s grip. “…You’re hurting me, Sissy.” “Syd, let’s calm down…” Köbi said, reaching out to take the dragon’s arm. Sydryn flinched away. “Don’t! My sibling, whom I so graciously have been putting up and feeding while they escape prosecution for dracocide, seems to think they can have an opinion on how I run my house.” Seranan glared at Sydryn. “Colours are for children. Your hoard is stupid.” Sydryn’s eyes widened, a wild look of pure and concentrated wrath set ablaze inside them. “Syd! No!” A split second later, Köbi was between them, his hands up, his stance wide. Seranan was in shock, having been pushed back down into the kitchen chair, their sibling’s grip relinquished. Sydryn’s crazed look was gone, instead replaced with surprise and distress as they stared at the angel. Light dripped from his cheek as Köbi reached out and placed a hand on Sydryn’s shoulder. “Sleep.” “Köbi—” Before Sydryn could finish, they passed out, falling into the angel’s arms. Köbi grunted under the weight then sighed as they picked up the pregnant dragon bridal style. “You’re hurt,” Seranan finally emitted, slowly standing up. “They struck you.” “I’m fine. Just a little scratch.” Köbi wiped his cheek on his shoulder and the injury completely disappeared. “Better me than you.” “I would’ve been fine,” Seranan stated, straightening up. “Dragons can scar other dragons,” Köbi reminded. “And it’s Syd I’m concerned about. They’re strung out and emotional right now. If they really hurt you, I don’t think they could forgive themself.” Seranan frowned. “So, what are you going to do? They must be heavy…” “I’m going to put them to bed for now,” Köbi said, shaking his head. “But don’t worry about what I’m doing… If I were you, I’d consider cleaning things up around here a bit. Syd won’t stay asleep long. And I think after a long day, waking up to a meal made by family would just make my day. Wouldn’t you agree?” Seranan scrunched their nose. “…You can’t tell me what to do.” “I can’t. I can only make suggestions.” Köbi carried the slumbering dragon out to the hall. “I’ll come back in a minute to help.” The red dragon barely dignified that with a huff. Köbi just continued on, taking Syd up to their bedroom. As soon as they were tucked in, Sydryn began to wake up. “...Köbi.” They looked at the angel standing beside their bed. “Did I... Did I hurt you?” “No.” Köbi shook their head. “Must've been a bad dream.” “Angels shouldn't lie...” Sydryn sighed, rubbing their eyes. “I'm so sorry...” “No, I'm sorry for sleeping you without permission,” Köbi said. “I’m not supposed to touch you...” “You did what you had to,” Syd insisted. “It could have been bad... Is Seranan alright?” Köbi nodded. “Yeah. They're perfectly fine. Don't worry about them. Tell me about your day. What's got you so riled up?” Sydryn sighed and sat up. “Everything. I have patients who shouldn't be getting pregnant getting pregnant, almost getting pregnant, and I'm pregnant, and I also have to keep an eye on Gardi, even though he wants more responsibilities, and Ix and I are supposed to be collaborating on the celestial pregnancy research, but beyond that, they hardly say a word to me and I wonder if somehow I've upset them in some way... I don't know. I genuinely enjoy working with them, but not when they won't even look me in the eyes.” “Oh. Oh, um...” Köbi rubbed his neck. “Well, if you're worried about Ix, I think you should just talk to them about it. With Reid, from what I can tell, he's pretty much fully recovered. If you trusted him to manage your practice while you were away in the Fall, I think you can trust him now. And as for all the patients, maybe giving Reid more responsibilities would be a good thing. You really need a break. You're putting a lot of stress on yourself.” Sydryn shook their head. “I can't take a break. There's too much going on and even if I let Gardi have more responsibilities, he can't take all of them on.” Köbi tilted his head. “Well, right now, you really should just rest. When dinner's ready, I'll bring it up.” “No, I should probably come down and apologise to Seranan,” Sydryn decided. Köbi shook his head. “I don't think you're ready for that. Wait for them to come to you.” Syd sighed, laying their head down. “...Alright. Thank you, Köbi.” “Don't mention it.” Köbi made his way back down the kitchen where Seranan was now trying to stuff away their groceries into any empty cupboard space they could find. Kobi noticed some bread and meat had been pulled out and placed on the kitchen table as well. “Looks like you got started,” Köbi said delighted. “I’ll get the rest out, and—” “I don’t need your help, I am perfectly capable of constructing a few sandwiches…” Seranan growled. “Go about your business.” “Okay… I just wanted to add, um…” Köbi rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry I prioritised Syd in the situation when they lashed out. After what you’ve been through before, I can understand if this situation was…difficult for you.” Seranan’s eyes narrowed as they turned their gaze onto the angel in disgust. “If you’re trying to suggest that any of my experiences have left me weak with ‘emotional trauma’ or some kind of ‘victim complex’, you are sorely mistaken.” “Alright. Well, just so you know, you can always talk to me,” Köbi stated. “Actually, I’ve been explicitly told not to talk to you, and from this point on, I plan to follow along.” “Okay.” Köbi shrugged. “Well, I like pickles with my smoked meat sandwiches.” “I fail to see the one who asked!” Köbi chuckled before backing out. “Talk to you later, then.” “You will not!”
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wing-ed-thing · 3 years
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Click (Part III: Neji)
Synopsis: You invited everyone out to dinner. You also audibly clicked. People had opinions about this
Word Count: 1,743
Warnings: Mild Bullying, Fem!Reader
Part I: Shikamaru, Part II: Shino, Part III: Neji, Part IV: Rock Lee , Part V: Naruto, Part VI: Kiba, FINALE, The Message in Click
Notes: While these can be read as oneshots, all three parts do interweave. To get all the jokes and references, do read the Shikamaru and Shino parts that have already been posted. Otherwise, enjoy!
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You were always more of Hinata’s friend than Neji’s and Neji preferred it that way. You were a stark contrast compared to the infamously a severe man of few words. But even so, Neji truly never minded your presence; it was just simply one that he never particularly preferred. So when you let yourself into the Hyūga compound’s courtyard to ask him and Hinata for dinner, Neji became uncharacteristically taken aback.
“Well, I know it’s short notice, but I’m inviting everyone out for dinner tonight. My treat!” You chirped. “I was hoping you’d join me.”
Neji’s lips formed a tight line as he shifted his gaze to Hinata. Social engagements were never Neji’s forte, but he was in enough of an agreeable mood to leave the decision up to Hinata. You rocked on your heels expectantly in front of her.
“Maybe?” Hinata squeaked out and you beamed brightly, clicking as you did so. Neji shook his head at your reaction to the noncommittal response. How you could ever find enough positivity to smile about in such a weak answer made him wonder.
“Well if you can make it, it’ll be at Shushu-ya. Seven o’clock, okay?”
You left as quickly as you came and Neji continued training with Hinata. But not too long after you left, they were interrupted once more.
Kiba hurried into the courtyard with Shino not too far behind. Hinata interlocked her fingers behind her head as she tried to catch her breath again. Neji gave her modest praise for her work and decided to end training for the day given their many interruptions. Hinata’s frosted-over eyes widened with joy as she smiled at her teammates.
“Hey, Hyūga twins!” Kiba pointed finger guns at the two nobles. Hinata let out a courteous laugh. Neji crossed his arms over his chest, unamused. “Are you coming with us to Yakiniku tonight?”
Hinata looked down.
“Yes, of course.” She spoke quietly. Neji took a quick glance between the members of Team Eight. He cocked a brow.
“Don’t you mean Shus-”
“Nope!” Kiba interjected. He locked eyes with the eldest Hyūga. “Yakiniku.”
Neji let out a sharp exhale, a hand coming up to his temple. He weighed the consequences of challenging Kiba, but ultimately decided to keep quiet. If there was a problem, you would handle it, You were your own adult. You were a competent ninja. And most of all you were more Hinata’s friend so it wasn’t like he cared.
***
Neji came through the doors to Yakiniku Q first. The whole team had arrived a half hour early, because when Rock Lee is early, his whole team is early. Lee bolted through the entrance to a table he deemed long enough for everyone. Tenten sighed to herself and sat down at the opposite end. Neji ordered a round of tea and took his place near the weapons user.
He sat, legs crossed, in his quiet corner as he sipped his tea. The bell on the door rang signaling three new arrivals. Neji silently observed the room as it began to fill. Hinata and Shino greeted him quietly and took their seats at his end of the table. Another ring and Sakura and Sai joined. Sakura took it upon herself to order a few plates to grill. With each jingle of the bell above the door, he expected you. Neji shook his head. He inwardly scolded himself for mixing your clicking up with the chime. Surely, that was the reason.
He found himself studying Shino in order to take his mind off of you. Shino looked lost as he helplessly scanned the room. The bowl of rice in front of him remained untouched. His eyes settled on the meat grilling of the table. Shino lifted a hand to his chin before he abruptly stood. Neji took a sip of his tea.
His sharp eyes followed Shino as he left the table. Kiba came in front, stopping his teammate with a hand to the chest.
“I know what you did.” Neji read on Shino’s lips.
Neji exhaled sharply to himself, the pieces coming together in his head. He diverted his attention from the rest of the exchange and turned to his own bowl of rice. The bell rang out and Team Ten arrived. Shikamaru assumed Shino’s old seat.
“So,” Hinata grasped her tea with both hands. “Shikamaru how was your day?”
Shikamaru didn’t answer. Instead, he appeared as lost in his rice as Shino had been. Hinata let out a nervous laugh as the group at the end of the table began to stare at Shikamaru.
“His head’s been up in the clouds all day, don’t mind him.” Ino’s voice briefly snapped Shikamaru out of his thoughts. He grunted and a laugh went around the table. Neji studied him out of the corner of his eye.
“Hinata asked how your day was.” Sai leaned to tell him. His face remained stoic, but a sparkle of amusement shone in his eyes.
“Ah, sorry,” Shikamaru drawled, “I’ve been alright.”
With that, the conversation quickly moved on. Neji plucked a few pieces of meat from the grill. He brought his chapsticks to his lips, but paused. A sinking feeling gnawed at his core. The image of your chiper face asking him and Hinata to dinner flashed across his memory. The barbecue lowered onto the pillow of rice in his bowl.
“Wait.” Shikamaru’s head snapped up. Neji looked away, bringing a slice of meat to his mouth. He had every intention of ignoring whatever it was the Shikamaru was going to say, but what he said next made Neji stop mid-chew. “Where’s (Y/N)?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Shikamaru was out the door. The table fell silent.
Neji brought a hand up to his temple. All talk of you ceased after that, but Neji couldn’t help the pang of guilt that reverberated in his chest. The feeling ate at him and continued to eat away at him until the group decided that they were full and began to discuss the next thing they wanted to do that night. The incomplete Konoha Twelve poured out of Yakiniku, gabbering about some odd activity that Neji didn’t bother catching.
“You are not coming with us?” Lee questioned.
“No, thank you. I’ll be turning in.” The members of the group who had not already gone ahead cooed in disappointment, but didn’t push the Hyūga further.
Neji went his separate way, fully intending to head straight back to the compound. But he once again felt that pang. He stopped in the middle of the street. Neji frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. With a huff, he turned on his heel. He was off to find you.
***
Neji found you standing with Shikamaru outside. Shikamaru had offered to walk you home, but you politely declined. He had already done so much for you and you didn’t want to put him out. Shikamaru opened his mouth just to argue with you when Neji appeared. You looked over your shoulder.
“Oh Neji! I’m sorry, you just missed dinner.” Your features drooped in genuine apology. Shikamaru gave the Jounin a pointed look. Neji returned with a look of subtle understanding.
“I apologize that I could not make it earlier.” He opted. He gulped before clearing his throat. “Do you mind if I steal you?”
“I mean, we were just about done so I don’t see why not.” You smiled up at Shikamaru who allowed the corners of his lips to upturn.
“I should be going anyway.”
“Thank you for everything, Shika!” You smiled. Looking down at your face, Shikamaru couldn’t help but return your expression. His eyes traveled from yours to Neji and the pleasantness retreated from his features. He gave the other Jounin a look of warning.
“Of course. Happy Birthday.” He told you, gaze locked with Neji.
You didn’t notice the emphasis as you waved your friend off. Instead, you turned back to Neji. You beamed at him as he inspected you and once again, Neji wondered to himself. He scowled at your batted eyelashes. You were ditched by your friends on your birthday but you still stood in front of him with a smile.
Neji took a step closer. You flinched as his hands reached up around your head. He grasped your hitai-ate and pulled it down over your eyes.
“Um… Neji?” You peaked out from under the thin sheet of metal.
“I have a surprise for you, do you want it or not?” He glanced down. Neji sighed. “I have something that I wish to show you if you would let me.”
You nodded and let him tighten the hitai-ate around your eyes.
Neji led you down the street. Your vision was pitch black beneath the blindfold. You stumbled, only to be caught by a sturdy set of hands. Neji laced his fingers around yours. You felt him gingerly wrap his arm around your shoulder as he guided you. The two of you continued on.
You faltered when you stepped off the pavement. The steps you took were careful but Neji gave you all the patience you needed. Neji stopped you and went around behind you to untie your forehead protector. As it gradually slipped off, Neji’s surprise was revealed to you.
“The Hyūga clan’s secret garden,” He told you. Your hitai-ate came to hang around your neck. “These are sacred grounds upheld by Hyūgas for generations.”
The azaleas were in full bloom. Hues of red, pink and white littered landscape in between stone fixtures. Petals flurried in the wind, wrapping around the flaps of your qipao. You wandered deeper into the garden in awe. The garden looked like a dream. You ran up to the bridge that arched over the small pond. A wisteria vine wrapped itself around the handrails. You looked out over the lotuses that bloomed in the water. Neji stood next to you as you gazed out at the view.
“Do you enjoy the garden?” You turned to him, eyes sparkling. You clicked.
“Yes! I love it.” You turned back to the dancing petals in the wind.
“Well, good.” Neji straightened his posture. “You’re always so excitable. Clicking at everything you might as well have something worth the excitement.” He scoffed. “I don’t quite understand it.” You giggled as the Hyūga rolled his eyes. He glanced down at you, frowning. “See? This is exactly-”
“Neji?” He stared into your wide, joyful eyes.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
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palaceofpassion · 3 years
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Dom Weiss!
So Weiss is totally a bottom, but have her being a dom for once!
Weiss could only smile as she looked down upon her victim, a strapping young lad bound to the floor below her.  He was clad in nothing but a black leather collar and tight… oh so tight latex speedo that… well it accentuated his figure quite well.  Their arms and legs spread wide, a golden ball gag forced into their mouth to prevent them from… screaming.  It had taken a lot to get here, but here she was.  “You’ve been a very bad boy… you know that don’t you?”  
The only response she received was a gurgle of gagged muffles and restrained attempts of fleeing.  Oh how much joy this brought her!  For once SHE was in control, no longer at the beck and call of her… friends.  She finally held power over someone else, power that she RIGHTFULLY deserved.  So, she was going to make the absolute best of it, make use of the time she had.  
She’d prepared long and hard for this, had gone out of her way to find the best clothes, had even… shamefully put her name out there in order to get these… custom designed.  
She had to admit she quite liked leather, the dark material accentuated her slim pale form quite well if she had the say so.  The harness and garter belts had been the hardest to come by since she was… petite.  That was the word she’d use, and the only word anyone else would if they knew what was good for them.  
Well she digressed, she was getting quite off topic.  Turning her attention back to the boy… no the man below her she couldn’t help but flash her pearly whites.  “Aren’t I fabulous in this?  Gorgeous even, you should feel proud of yourself that… that a lowly peasant such as yourself would be allowed to gaze upon my visage… truly you are blessed.”  
When there was no response she simply gazed down at the tall… muscular… figure below her.  Gnashing her teeth her grip grew tight around the riding crop in hand.  With a loud smack, one that proved to be more sound than impact, she forced the boy’s attention to herself.  “I said, aren’t you the lucky one?  You understand your position do you not… peasant?”  
“Uhhuuuh.”  Was the muffled response she received.  Her icey blue gaze fell upon him.
“I don’t think you do…”  Stepping forward onto the platform that the young man found himself bound.  She placed her glossy black heels upon his stomach.  “Must I discipline you?  Do you truly not understand how… fortunate you are to be in this situation.”  
Once more she received no response, instead she noticed the… mongrel… staring at her long thin pale legs.  “You do not!”  Applying force upon his stomach she dug the pointed end of the heel down.  She smiled as she watched him squirm beneath her heel, yes this was where he belonged where EVERYONE belonged!  Placing her hand below her chin she couldn’t help but have herself a gleeful laugh, “O~hohoho!”  She was in true control, and there was nothing he nor anybody could do about it.
When he didn’t respond again she applied more pressure, as he squirmed below her like the worm he was, she couldn’t help but shudder.  Excitement building inside of her core as she really let the dominance of the situation sink in.  She could do anything to him, anything she wanted… so why shouldn’t she?  She was about to step off of him when her eyes fell upon his nether regions.  “I see at least one part of you was paying attention…”  With a quick smack she slapped the tip of her crop against his bulging manhood.  As he flinched under the slam she could only bite her lip in an attempt to control her own excitement.  Removing her foot from the man below her she stepped around, coming between his legs.
“This… disgusting thing…”  With another loud slap she gave it another good smack, the bulge twitched beneath his minimalist clothing, if one could even call it clothing.  Once more she gave it another smack causing him to twitch, “This is the only worth you have~  The only thing that gives me a reason to keep you.”  With a flick of her fingers the thin material came undone, revealing to her his throbbing shaft.  
“It’s disgusting… unsightly… yet it gives you worth… if I could find a better one I’d have no need for you.”  She heard a sound coming from his gagged mouth but she could neither make it out nor care.  She was in charge, her pet had no say in the matter.  
“Though… I suppose you could do your best and properly give the service that I require.”  Licking her lips she moved closer, pulling down on a zipper located in her own lower region she revealed her glistening slit already moist in anticipation.  With practiced patience she slipped her hand into her braided hair and with a single tug she pulled upon a silver ribbon.  One that would have otherwise gone unnoticed had she not pulled it from her own icey silvery hair.  
“I’m going to enjoy myself, so try not to ruin my fun… would you?”  She waited for no response as she began to tie the ribbon around the base of his thick heavy rod.  Tying a perfect little bow she made sure to give it a tug making sure that he wouldn't be able to cum unless she gave him the say so.
With her machinations finished she moved upwards, finally getting to the meat of the night.  Pressing her already slick slit against his throbbing manhood she let herself go.  In one fell plunge she took his mighty manmeat all the way down to the base.  Closing her eyes she allowed herself a moment as her body shivered in ecstasy.  “Ahn!  Tru...truly!  The only good thing about you is this… this monster of a cock!”  She could feel her toes curl in her dark black stockings as she took the moment to catch her breath.  
“Move.”  When he didn’t she simply stared at him, if he was going to be difficult… well she had a plan for that.  Leaning forward she pressed her nails across his broad chest.  “I said move…”  Once more he didn’t comply, “I see… you are such a disgusting masochistic pig.”  With what started as a gentle streak, she moved her fingers down his chest.  With every centimeter she began to apply more and more force till she could see his flesh grow red as her well manicured nails dug into his flesh.  
She stopped just before the point of drawing blood, “Now move!”  And this time he did, his hips bucked against their restraints as she felt her body pop into the air.  His mighty thrust nearly took the air out of her lungs as it had taken her by surprise.  “GOOD GOOD!”  Heat consumed her core as he continued to buck widely, using his uselessly stupid strength to bounce her up and down his shaft with out the need of his hands.  
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and wrap her nails around his thighs as he continued to slam himself in and out of her.  “MMMN!”  He hit her every which way, his mighty cock slammed into her walls, pressing against her womb over and over as he continued to batter into her small form.  He was so much bigger than her, her small figure shouldn’t have been able to contain such a… such a massive thing!  
But practice after practice had gotten her to this point, and she wasn’t going to let down.  Forgetting herself for a moment she couldn't help but rock her hips back and forth.  His cock wiggled and bounced inside of her, slamming into her walls and pressing against her depths in no way any other cock could.  “SCHOO GOOD!”  Loud moans escaped her lips as he continued his advantage, but she wouldn’t let him have it for long!  
Burying her nails into his legs she made sure to find herself stable.  “FASTER!  FASTER YOU FILTHY PIG!”  His hips bucked harder, the tip of his massive rod slamming into her womb nearly forcing it wide open.  “NNNGH!  IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!  MY FATHER WAS RIGHT YOU’RE USELESS!”  Faster and harder, over and over he slammed into her, she heard the restraints on the ground break as he continued to struggle to remove himself.  “PATHETIC!  I BET MARROW WOULD BE BETTER!”  That had nearly done it, he’d slammed into her so hard that she’d nearly bounced right off his dick.  
The thrust had been hard enough to send her over the edge, her climax hitting harder than ever before.  She felt her pussy spasm as her juices flowed between their bodies.  “Good good!”  She could barely speak but she needed to keep this up.  She could feel him twitching inside of her, begging for release, “You deserve a reward~”  Slipping her fingers around the ribbon beneath her she pulled it apart. 
Her womb was flooded with his thick hot seed, her toes curled as the sensation of being filled overtook everything else.  Finally he’d stopped bucking his own strength exhausted from his wild attempts.  “Good… good…”  
Once the post orgasm clarity hit, she felt her face burn hot.  “Oh!  Oh!  No no!”  Quickly she bent over, reaching for the gag on the boy's mouth then removing his restraints.  “Jaune!  I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“Hah… hah… ha…”  The boy's breathing was ragged, obviously exhausted from the wild night.  “Not physically…”  She grew nervous at the pause, “You didn’t mean any of that did you?”  
She in fact had not!  This had been their first attempt at BDSM, at the behest of Blake, who’d lent her a book.  “No!  No no!  I love you my knight!  I promise you none of that was real.  I just… uhm.”  She could practically feel the crimson on her face, “Got really into it.”  
“Ah… okay…”  Instinctually she pressed her lips across her one and only knight.  
“I promise.  I love you and only you, and Marrow would definitely not be better.”  
“Okay cool.”  
“So… did you have fun.”
He paused, “Yeah… yeah I did.”  
“Can… can we do this another time?”  
“Yeah… yeah I’d be fine with that.  Just Weiss?”
“Yes my Knight?”  She felt herself being pulled towards him and then flipped on her back.
“You’ve been a naughty bandit… and as a Knight… well I have to make sure that you’ve been properly disciplined.”  She gulped at the predatory glance he passed her way.
“... please.”  Tonight was going to be a long one.
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