#forgetting to order my uniform for so long that I had to watch him do it was the third

[mimisplayground]

Captain Price, Brat Tamer Extraordinaire

tags: brat taming, spanking, thorough prep, ALL ACTIVELY CONSENTED TO, however.., power imbalance, hinted at poly!141, KINDA a free use kink BUT NOT EXPLICITLY, aftercare at its finest, dumbifcation (dick got you stupid), open to ghost sequel :3, power difference but the hot way, he calls you love and sweetie, you call him sir and his rank while hes fucking you so…

uuuhhhh i just REALLY want that old british man…

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Price was an authortive man. He was firm when he spoke and he didn’t take arguments to his orders.

So when the cute little mouthy cadet glares at him and tells him to fuck off, he almost wants to be mad. He acts mad, his voice booming in your face and blood flowing to his dick when he watches you continue to glare even as tears well in your eyes, your bottom lip quivering as you do what your told. Grumbling under your breath.

This becomes a pattern. You listen well for a few days, longest he’s clocked you behaving was a week. Finally you start to get a bit mouthy and him or one of the others end up having to get loud with you to get you acting right. Though he would never forget the time he watched you roll your eyes at Ghost when he had just yelled at you. And he doesn’t think he could get the look of your face crying while Ghost has a hand wrapped around it with your cheeks smushed together out of his mind either.

Certainly not when it’s the main thing he thinks of recently when he’s got his hand wrapped tight around his own dick.

You were a crybaby. An awfully pretty one. But you were a fucking brat, and it left Price stuck with being incredibly turned on and pissed everytime he had a feeling it was gonna be another day where you wanted to run your mouth.

So he was surprised when one day, walking past the room where the men changed, he heard Soap snickering about how he wished he could fuck you, see how long you kept mouthing back. Not surprised at the statement, Price knew the others wanted to get their hands on you. But surprised at how much he himself seemed to contemplate the idea.

Which was what led to you being led into his office when you had next mouthed off. Months of your attitude had worn on him, and when you had told him to “fuck off and shove it up his own ass”, he had quickly and quietly made it clear that he expected you to follow him to his office. You stood there in front of his desk with your arms crossed, tapping your foot and huffing often.

Price stared you down for a moment. “I’m sick of your attitude.” He had practically snarled out. Watching you shift awkwardly, as if the annoyance was fading into worry. “And I think it’s time we take care of it.” Price finished off calmly. It left you nervous, he could tell. He sat down, and he waved his hand for you to come closer.

“I’m not gonna force you. If you say no it’s fine, and you’ll run 20 laps.” He saw you shudder at that. It was by no means a small track. And he knew you had only ever done 10 at the most. But it was the alternative and equal punishment he had picked for if you declined him now. “If you don’t want to do that, you’ll lay across my lap.” He finished, watching to gauge your reaction.

He saw you contemplate. “I want you to know that neither is the easy way out. Your attitude problem will be fixed when Im done with you, one way or another.” You huffed.

“Gonna spank me like you’re my dad or some shit?” You sassed at him, nodding in consent and yelping when he tugs you down and across his lap. “Yea love, that’s the plan.” He laughs slightly as he yanks your uniform pants down, happy he caught you in a moment where you didn’t have the full uniform on and he didn’t have to worry about the padding and belt. Yanking your underwear down with the pants and staring at your ass for a moment.

“Perv.” You mumbled out, yelping when a harsh, sharp smack landed on your behind. You squirmed, and Price kept a hand firm on your back. His hand raised and dropped down again quickly, 5 more smacks coming in succession.

He had never been known for being light with his hands, and it was showing in the discoloration of your behind. You were squirming around, complaining loudly. “You’re a fucking dick! I hate you, you’re awful!” You had been screaming it out practically, and his anger spiked at the idea that someone could be outside thinking he was allowing you to speak to him like that.

“Enough!” He boomed out, the harshest smack he had delivered so far landing right where your thigh and ass met. You yelped harshly and quieted down quickly. You both sat in silence for a moment, Price trying desperately to will away the blood rushing to his cock.

With another blow he had hit the other side in the exact same spot, eliciting a choked noise. He knew he had hit a sensitive spot. You remained quiet, hoping it would grant you mercy.

“Apologize now, and I’ll consider stopping. Want to hear you beg, sweet thing.” He had demanded, watching you profusely shake your head no at his order. “That’s too bad,” he sighs, rubbing your behind softly before pinching a bruise and hearing your whimper “I would’ve even been nice to you after if you listened the first time.”

His assault quickly picked back up, now focusing on the sensitive back of your thighs. He listens to you ramble out pleas of mercy and sobbing out apologies. After a good ten hits he had stopped again, not before pinching the soft spot he had just spanked raw and bruised and listen to your whimper.

You whine and cry, mumbling out apologies that has him sighing and moving you up so you’re sat gently on his lap as he hugs you and soothes your back as you cry and squirm away from where your ass meets his rough pants. He had hugged you to show comfort, but also to hide how flushed his face had gotten listening to your cries and whines.

He really couldn’t hide the bulge in his pants much though, and he full blown jolted when he heard your cries quiet down and felt your hand brush against the bulge. He leans back in his chair, quirking a brow up at your attempt at puppy eyes with him. “Lemme make it up to you…” you mumble out, fiddling with the waistband of his pants and tugging at his shirt to untuck it.

Price stares at you for a moment, sighing before he picks you up and sets you on his desk, grinning slightly at the groan you let out from the soreness of your bottom. He grins harder when you hears your grumble at the fact that he grinned. He unbuckles his belt quickly and yanks it down, and he can’t help but feel pride swell at the squeak you let out before shuffling away.

“It won’t fit,” you said, with so much resolve that Price was almost inclined to believe you. Instead he let out a loud laugh and grabbed your calf, lifting it up gently and watching you hesitantly lean back to lay on his desk. He massages your leg gently, all the way to your upper thigh before quickly giving the other leg the same gentle treatment. “Promise I’ll be gentle preparing you, we’re through most of the punishment part anyways, love.” He has your leg grasped in his hand, pulling it over and leaving a kiss on your ankle. “If you’re ok with it?”

And god grant you mercy, why did a grown man, your Captain no less, have to be so weirdly cute with the way he tilted his head as he asked the question. You stare at him for a moment, and he grins softly when you nod yes to him. He leans over, arms caging you down and leaving kisses all over your face. One of his hands runs down your body, reaching between your legs and toying with your most sensitive spots.

He plays with you until you’re putty underneath him. Gentle and just firm enough to leave you twitching and teetering the edge of release with your brain reduced practically to goo. He’s so composed as he does it too, an arm keeping you pinned so you can’t buck your hips up and his body blocking you from being able to squirm away. Stuck at his mercy and babbling incoherent nonsense and begs.

The hand finally goes further down and the tears coming from your eyes at this point are from ecstasy. A single finger prods at your entrance, and he wishes he could he felt bad about spitting into his own hand to lube it up to push the first digit inside of you with the mix of your arousal to help. But from the way your shuddering and pushing down on his finger, he would argue that you probably didn’t mind much. He was gentle with adding another finger as well, scissoring you open and listening to your loud groans.

He had gotten to three fingers quickly, stretching and thrusting them before you finally managed to cut through your own incoherency. “Please, Captain, Sir, anything, whatever you wan’ me to call you just please,” he was almost impressed with how you drew out the please into a whine, “put it in. Wan’ you in me, now Sir, please.”

That was really the only coherent thought and sentence you seemed able to string together right now. At least thats what Price would guess from the way you went back to your mumbles and moans. So he sighed and kissed at your tears as he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up, pushing in slow and firmly.

By the time he was all the way in he had to stop and give himself a moment to catch his breath. “So tight love, grippin’ me tight.” He was groaning, lifting your legs over his shoulders and into a mating press. He listened to your begs for him to move, to mess up your insides real nice. After a few moments he listened to those pleas.

He thrusts hard, snapping his hips up and stopping after he hears you squeal “It hurts!” He leans down, kissing your tears again. “Need me to stop? Don’ wan’ to hurt you love,” he kisses your lips as you pout.

It takes everything in you to pull a full thought together and even more to get it out. “Hurts where you spanked me…” you groan out, whining when he laughs and pinches a bit at the spot. “Want me to-“ hes cut off at your quick shaking of your head and a small “don’ stop.”

“Whatever you want love, call it part of the punishment.” He leaves another kiss on your lips and goes back to harsh thrusts that leave you screaming and gasping for air under him. He’s firm and rough, but the absolute perfect pace that leaves you downright shaking.

And when his hand comes down to play with your sensitive spots again as he thrusts, you feel the knot inside of you tighten and snap as your eyes roll back and your body arches up off the table and into Price. He holds onto you tight, continuing his thrusts harshly as you twitch under him, your hands reaching up and petting his hair as if to let him know to continue.

“Wan’ cum inside sweetie, can I? Please love…” he groans as you nod yes into his neck and with a final harsh thrust he feels the knot in his own stomach burst as he cums deep inside of you.

You both lay there for a moment, panting harshly with sweat all of the both of you. You look a mess, tear streaks down your face and drool from your mouth. And Price looks up at you questioningly after you giggling when he leaves a kiss on his shoulder.

“Your mustache tickles.” You say with a small smile, and he smiles back before leaning down to kiss you. He picks you up, opening a door to his private room -and straight to the bathroom- setting you down on the toilet.

You sigh in relief when he picks you up and sinks you both into the bathtub. You squirm a bit at the sting of warm bath water on your sore ass, and he kisses the back of your neck as he gets to work washing the both of you.

Price has you sleep in his room, and finds himself snickering for the next week when he catches you opting to stand when able. And holding back almost full laughter when you’re forced to sit at meetings or in vehicles as you squirm around.

And when he hears that your attitude is getting bad with the others again when you’re so sweet and almost obedient in front of him, Price shrugs and tells them to figure it out.

When he walks past the training room to see you in a headlock by Ghost while he’s clearly whispering something mean in your ear (if your tears are anything to go by), hes got a feeling your attitude will be getting a lot better for all of them soon.

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left it open for a sequel for da cod hoes

PLS HYPE THIS UP MY OLD MAN DESERVES IT. and guys this was like, almost entirely self indulgent so… sowwy :p (pls ignore any typos guys… i literally have no beta reader its just me, my whims, and my prozac getting us through these fanfics)

again, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! SEND IN ASKS!! I WILL GET TO THEM!! im running out of ideas guys pls send asks and requests…

#cod smut #cod x reader #john price #price x reader #captain price #price smut #cod fanfic #requests open #send asks #self indulgence at its finest

[karpingaround]

diner shenanigans ˚ ༘ ⋆

- random oneshot i wrote at 3am :’)

A/N : 1.9k words, fluff, mother lowkey evil, mitsuya and y/n being sewing buddies, y/n is used a lot, not checked through cba sorry :), tbh i dont really like this that much but wtv

Mikey x F! Reader

-i love the blob blob blob

The diner was slower than the usual rush of people. It was a Saturday and past noon, and the diner was emptier than any other Saturday! To you, this was bliss. It saved you from constantly running around the building to collect and receive orders from customers, but also to serve the meals that were ordered.

However, now you were bored. You were still scootering around the diner for small check-ins and cleaning, but nothing was really keeping you occupied as usual.

 

If you had a choice, you would be at the arcade down the road with your friends. But since your parents owned the diner, you were basically forced into labour! Although you didn’t mind since the diner mainly revolved around sweet treats and desserts, meaning lots of snacks in case your appetite appeared.

Right now though, nothing was satisfying your tastebuds or boredom.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother shouted, pinching your cheek to grab your attention.

“ouch- ma, that hurts!”

 

“It should do! You’re slacking on the job again.”

 

“Is it really a job if I’m not getting paid? Ya know, this could be considered as forced child labour-!” At your attempt at being witty, your mother, grinned.

 

 

"Well, you eat half of the food we make for the customers, so you don’t need to be paid.”

 

You gasp, offended, while she laughs.

"Ma, I don’t eat that much!”

 

“Sure Y/n.” She took your hand and put your notepad and pan in your grip. “Some customers came in a few minutes ago at table 18. Go get their orders, and after that, I need you to clean up table 3 when they leave.”

 

“They haven’t even finished eating, ma?”

“Just trust me!”

 

At her words, you promptly walked over to table 18. As you approached, you realised that it was a group of boys dressed in black gang uniform!?! You debated turning back, however, it was too late; you were already at the table.

 

“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” You ask, holding your notepad up, prepared to jot down some squiggles of code. While you waited, you looked at the faces of the boys.

 

“I’ll have a-“ A boy with long black hair started before you cut him off.

“Takashj?” You asked impulsively, and in turn, the lavender-haired boy looked up at you.

“Hey-!?” The boy got cut off again as Takashj spoke.

 

“You work here, Y/n?” He smiled, ignoring his friend, who was flaming up in anger.

“Yea! My parents own the place; it’s nice to see you.” You smiled. Takashj was the club president of the sewing club! You had been in there since the start of the club, wanting to try to make an apron for the diner. You talked to Takashi and the boys about his sewing club, completely forgetting about your job until the table went quiet.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother shouts from the counter, and you flinch in fear. When you look back at her, she is irritatedly staring you down as you enjoy your job for a moment. How could she tell?!

 

Embarrassed, you clear your throat.

“Sorry about that. What would you guys like to order?” You completely switch to work mode, taking everyone’s orders.

 

“So, two lemonades, an apple juice, one strawberry shortcake, one coffee jelly, two cokes, and the banana shake special?”

You look at everyone as they approvingly nod before a blonde speaks up.

 

“Add five dorayaki to that, please!”

“Mikey, I told you five is too much!” Another blonde hisses from across the table.

"Well, I want five!”

The bickering carries on for a few minutes as you stand blankly, unsure of what to do.

 

“Y/n can you just add five dorayaki to the order?” Takashj whispers to you, watching as the two go back and forth in a game of rock-paper-scissors, best out of twenty.

 

“Are you sure?” You whisper back, not wanting to interfere.

“Yes, I just want this to be over.” He chuckles, and you smile in response.

“It’ll be on the house then.” You give him a thumbs up.

 

You clear your throat again, catching the two’s attention. “I’ll add five dorayaki on the house.” You smiled, and the two settled down; however, the blonde who ordered in the first place is beaming with joy.

 

“I’ll come back to you guys in a bit!” You cheerfully say, going to the counter and preparing the order. As you make the banana shake, you make sure to add more whipped cream for the blonde boy and give him two cherries on top and-

 

“Y/n, don’t waste ingredients!”

“sorry ma!”

 

You stop at the two cherries on top.

And as you prepare their bill, you make sure not to include the five dorayaki. You already eat that amount when working - what harm would it do if you gave your lunch to the particularly cute boy at Table 18?

 

Nervously, you started bringing their order over to the table. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the excess toppings you added on top of his banana shake or the fact that you only gave him the fresh dorayaki right from the oven.

 

As you neared, you noticed the boys go strangely quiet.

 

Ignoring the forbading feeling, you asked for each order, placing it in front of the person who ordered. When it came to the blonde boy, your face slightly heated up as you placed his banana shake and dorayaki in front of him without a word.

 

“Very cool, Y/n.” Takashi commented, to which you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What? I just gave him his order.” You said, acting clueless as the lavender boy gave you a sly grin.

 

“Anyway, here’s your bill; enjoy the meal!” You bow your head slightly in embarrassment before going off to the table, which your mother had told you to do. They did end up leaving after you served the boys, and thankfully, the table was on the other side of the diner.

 

Once you finished wiping the table, you dropped the dirty dishes off in the kitchen, and your mother was swift to tell you that the boys had left and you needed to clean again.

However, your mother never mentioned the pale blonde who still sat at the table.

 

“oh, can I take these?” You ask, leaning to get a glance at his face as he looks out the window. Quietly, he nods, and you take that as a sign to get out - ASAP! You were not in the mood to mess with a gang member right now, and by reading the embroidery on his jacket, he was the president of his gang!

 

After collecting the tableware, you counted up the abundance of pennies and notes left behind. With a few hundred yen tip, you smiled. What nice delinquents!

 

Finally, you collected up the tray and the money left behind. “Have a good day.” You muttered, catching the boys attention as you turned on your heel to leave.

 

“Wait, Y/n was it?” He stood up from his seat, seeming to be urgent.

 

“Yes, do you need something?” You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn up as you noticed his happy grin.

 

“Thank you for the extra cherry and whipped cream.”

 

“How did you notice?” You ask obliviously, smiling as you were caught red-handed.

 

“The other booth ordered a banana shake special, and theirs was much less full than mine.”

 

“Crap! Really? I might get sacked.” You joke to yourself, yet the boy laughs.

“and the five dorayaki as well.” He adds on, and you sigh. "Well, that was my lunch, so I won’t really get sacked for that.” You laugh, feeling your stomach grueling with hunger.

“You can still eat more, though, right?” He asks, a guilty smile on his face, and you give him a nod. You usually ate lots of snacks during work hours anyways..

 

“You really wanna work here on your days off from school?” He asks, noticing you drifting off in your thoughts.

 

“I mean, I did wanna go to the arcade today..” You mutter, wondering why you were still talking to the pretty boy that was making your palms get sweaty.

 

“I’m going there now! Wanna join?” He smiled at you, his head tilted like a puppy, as he offered.

 

“I don’t think my mother would approve.” You whisper before you both laugh.

 

“Y/n! Stop slacking!” Your mother calls out on cue, and you can only smile awkwardly at the boy. You look back at her, mouthing ‘one sec!’ before turning back to the boy, who is patiently waiting for you to finish.

 

“I’ve gotta get back to work, have a nice time at the arcade..?”

“Mikey.” His eyes turn to crescents as he smiles again. “See you, Mikey.” You spin on your heel, quickly going into the kitchen and geeking out to your friend, who was washing the dishes, about the boy you had just met.

 

“And then he asked me to go to the arcade with him!” You sulked, imagining what could’ve happened if you were able to go to the arcade.

“What about a lunch break? Maybe you could join him?” Yumi asked, wiping her hands as she finished washing up.

 

“ 'already took one, since I figured it was a slow day and I wouldn’t need another break.”

 

“So you can’t eat lunch with me?” Your friend pouted, taking off her apron, sewn by you.

“I mean, I could ask for a fifteen-minute pee break?”

Yumi laughs at your idea as you try to come up with excuses for why you could get out of work.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother suddenly shouts from the counter, and you immediately appear, worried you were about to be lectured for trying to skip work.

 

“Yes ma?”

 

“This boy wants to take you out.”

 

...

 

“What-?” You stutter as your mother nods her head, smiling at you teasingly.

“Who? Where is he?” You eagerly walk up to the counter, looking around for Mikey.

“Outside on his motorcycle. Another nut head.”

She comments, and you gasp.

"Ma, you can’t just say that!”

 

"Well, he’s crazy for wanting to take you out.” She laughs at her own joke, and you hear your friend and father both laugh along in the kitchen. "Ma, that’s just rude!”

 

“Y/n, are you going to keep the boy waiting?” Your mother asks, watching as you rock on the heels of your shoes in anxiety.

"Wait, I can go with him?” You don’t even wait for an answer as you take off your apron and slip on your jacket.

 

“Wait Y/n-!” Your mother tries to call for you, but you’re already out the door and talking to the delinquent she just badmouthed.

She sighs to herself as she looks at Yumi.

“Can you take her shift?”

 

“Well… it’s kind of my lunch break right now!” Yumi smiles at your mother, taking a strawberry shortcake from the display and heading over to one of the booths.

 

Your mother groans as she slips on an apron and aggressively grabs your notepad that you had left behind. 

 

“stupid teenage love.” She mutters before heading to a table to collect their orders.

“I heard you talking about me in the kitchen! It gave me the courage to ask for your mother’s blessing!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!?”

“just kidding! I only asked if you were free.”

#mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro #mikey manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #manjirou x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro x reader #manjirou sano

[chrollohearttags]

milkshake • e. jaeger

this is just a short little blurb for my girl @spaceforher!! I couldn’t stop thinking about your selfship with eren, and I just had to write this! 🥹

just some cute lil fluff, him using a bunch of pet names (pretty, baby, mama) plug!eren being a flirt, some sweet banter

wc: 1.0K

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“Number 254. Chicken wrap, curly fries and strawberry milkshake!”

an order and phrase you had uttered on several occasions. So much so, it was practically embedded in your memory at this point. Extra mayo, no pickles and crispy fried chicken. You could recall the exact way it was supposed to be prepared..especially because you could never forget the customer who requested it. Traipsing up to the counter; the sound of slides shuffling across the freshly waxed tile floors as it was always near closing time when they visited. A tattooed hand with a silver watch cuffing the wrist, reaching out to you and grasping for the bag before giving a very sweet and flirtatious thanks for his food and your hard work. “Thank you, mama. ‘Appreciate it.” Using the endearing name each time and sending flutters throughout your stomach. Mainly due to the deep tone and charm. Like clockwork, you’d peer up as you passed the bag over and see that handsome face..big green eyes; glazed over, covered by black rimmed glasses. Dark hair styled up into a bun with the remainder hanging down. Flashing a pearly white smile that made you melt..

Eren Jaeger, the one and only man that evoked such feelings out of you and quite honestly, the only enjoyment in this hectic and chaotic job. You looked forward to seeing him come through that door..placing his order and messing around with all of the employees as he did so. Cracking with some of his former classmates and friends who just so happened to work the same shift but his eyes couldn’t help but to be fixated on you. As if he purposely picked the days when you were scheduled. You could see his black and red Challenger outside, or rather hear it before he even arrived..whether from the pipes or loud music. No secret to you or anyone else how he afforded such luxuries at such a young age. He had quite the reputation and it didn’t precede him either. Oftentimes, even selling to some of your coworkers discreetly. Still, you looked forward to seeing the long haired cutie coming through the door. Tonight in particular was rather busy and you wanted nothing more than to go home, get off your feet and relax. But the last thirty minutes of your long shift was dragging along so you’d return to the back to finish up any last minute cleaning and inventory before jetting out of there. No customers had come in so it seemed things were finally slowing down. A couple of your coworkers had gone out for a final smoke break when you heard the door open. “Welcome in. Be with you in just a moment.”

it was then that you’d walk out to be greeted by a tall guy in a hoodie, black sweats and clear frame glasses around his baby face. His eyes dimmed and glossed over in red as he neared the counter. “You good, I actually don’t wanna order anything.” Immediately, you’d feel yourself becoming flush and heated, realizing that this is the first time that you and him had actually spoken outside of eye contact and a few flirtatious thank you’s. “Oh, it’s you. Strawberry milkshake.” Immediately sending a smirk across his face. It was something you did with all of your frequent customers..nicknaming them after their orders. But with him? It was a bit more special. You had been hoping that the two of you had gotten the chance to talk one of these days and finally, the moment had come. But not without you getting all flustered and him doing the same, surprisingly! In your uniform, hair tied into a ponytail underneath your ball cap, bare faced but he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. Something he wishes he could have told you the first time he came in but things were always far too busy for him to get that chance but instead, he’d take this opportunity to shoot his shot!

“You must be here for (coworker’s name). I’ll go get them.” As you were privy to their exchanges but you’d be surprised to learn the intentions of today’s visit. “Nah..actually, I was hoping I’d run into you.” Which earned him quite a confused glare. Just what business did this man want with you?

“Me?” “Yeah, I mean. Every time I come in here, it’s always super busy and you’re working so hard so I didn’t wanna stop you..but I just wanted to introduce myself.” Omitting the fact that he had frozen up several times while you took his order. Truth was, he wasn’t even too fond of the dairy treat that he consistently ordered, considering the fact that it never agreed with him afterwards and he’d instantly get sick but he had hoped that one day, you’d catch on and notice so that he could strike up a conversation but oddly enough..he always became too nervous to speak! You were so pretty and that sweet, adorable demeanor always made his heart flutter. Which was crazy because this man probably had every girl in this city trying to get with him and he looked as if he could charm the pants off of a snake. Not to mention the fact that he had always shot you a wink or called you a sweet pet name as he acquired his meal. Saying things like ‘baby ‘ or ‘pretty’. Something many ladies had probably heard. However, his attention was fixated right here and now that he finally had the chance, he wasn’t going to blow it! Letting out a soft chuckle, you’d cover your mouth and laugh, which made his cheeks visibly glow red. “Did I say something?” Not knowing just how cute he was..this well known plug blushing like a schoolgirl over you!

“No! Not at all. I’m just..really happy you came and talked to me.” Trying to play it cool as you were screaming inside. But this was a perfect opportunity to take the lead and see where things went.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, milkshake. I’m (y/n).”

#cherry’s drabbles🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #eren x black fem!reader #black reader #eren x black reader #plug eren x black reader #eren aot #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black yn fluff #eren x black fem reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black yn #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger x black reader #eren headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #plug eren fluff #eren fluff #black fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren x fem!reader #eren jaeger #snk eren #eren jaeger fic #aot eren #eren imagines #aot au #black fanfic writer #attack on titan eren

[dragonzzilla]

Tears of the Kingdom's underwhelming narrative had rich potential

I'll preface this with a confession: I have not played Tears of the Kingdom. As a matter of fact, I haven't played any Legend of Zelda. I simply never had the opportunity while growing up, so my interest in the series has always been satellite. As such, I do not have the perspective of someone who has. My opinions are formulated entirely in what little I have seen or sought out. I'm coming at this with the perspective of an outsider looking in. But I'm not looking for a fight. My aim isn't to bash the new hotness out of jealous spite, or to convince people to feel bad about liking this game that, I've otherwise heard, is really fun. The reason I care, even though I'm not a part of the fandom, is that we all deserved better.

This is a much anticipated sequel to a smash hit from one of the biggest names in the industry, sold at a whopping $70—and having watched for free a YouTube compilation of all the cutscenes pertaining to Ganondorf, the much advertised central antagonist of TOTK, I felt robbed. This was my legitimate reaction:

Disregarding all my other feelings for a moment, I was dumbstruck to see a Nintendo game—released in our year of 2023—use what is essentially the same cutscene four times while explaining the backstory. I recognize TOTK has modular progression, allowing you to reach the Sages in whatever order you please. But once you've seen the first one, the other three will offer you no more valuable information. I'm willing to stretch my suspension of disbelief pretty far, yet even I recognized on first viewing how formulaic the Sage cutscenes are. It wrenched me out of the story.* Hearing different perspectives about the same events can and should be interesting, but the Sages relating these events barely qualify as characters—possessing neither names nor even faces, thanks to their uniform masks of Zonai design...

* I'll acknowledge: Within universe, there is reason enough for the Sages to repeat what is essentially the same story to their respective successors to apprise them of the situation. I can certainly see Link having to sit through the same spiel several times so everyone is on the same page. But it felt really unnecessary as a member of the audience. And unlike their BOTW counterparts, the Four Champions, the Sages don't stick around long enough to endear themselves any further, instead passing their abilities and function onto their successors.

… Which, I feel, represents the Ancient Past Storyline as a whole. Despite the number of bodies involved, no one felt alive. Queen Sonia—this continuity's founding mother of Hyrule, where divine power is explicitly matrilineal—amounts to nothing more than meat for the fridge to motivate the real star of the show, Rauru. Everyone else, including Zelda and the other Sages, are merely bit players in the conflict between him and Ganondorf. But it's a conflict without teeth. Ganondorf displays nothing but a mad, naked lust for power. Opposing him is Rauru, the quintessential Good King and benevolent god figure who would never abuse his power, but would sacrifice it all to seal away the evil invader who killed his beloved martyr-wife. There is no interrogation of the 'gentle' imperialism Rauru represents. His way is textually presented as the only righteous way. The world of this continuity revolves around his legacy and its preservation; anything else is not merely deviant, but indicative of evil. Only someone with the blackest of hearts would oppose this order. The narrative requires Ganondorf to be nothing less than the epitome of evil.

Which is… really disappointing, to say the least. Because I happen to like Ganondorf. His character and his place in the mythos have always been the forefront of my interest in the series; forget Link or Zelda. Naturally, I was drawn in by TOTK's marketing about Ganondorf's return as a human antagonist after a 17 year long hiatus. Given how much of a reinvention BOTW was for the series as a whole, I was disappointed back in 2017 to learn that Ganondorf existed only as a mindless force of primordial evil. "How lame," I thought, "but I guess it's not really Ganondorf." Calamity Ganon was just that: Ganon. And Ganon's always a full-blown monster, divorced from any nuance possessed by his OOT, WW, and TP selves. Then the first teaser for TOTK dropped, placing Ganondorf the man (if a little worse for wear) front and center. Intrigued, I enjoyed the explosion of enthusiastic fan art that followed, as well as the speculation regarding the role he would play. Surely, he would be more than a one-note villain! My expectations rose as Nintendo revealed more about him. His new design didn't immediately scream Dark Lord; and in his first speaking role, he draws attention to the fact that he has returned (within universe and meta-wise) and he has a vision for the world. I couldn't want to see the final product! Yet here we are.

It's a strange thing to fixate upon, when I don't have any skin in this game. But I'm passionate about storytelling. I enjoy rich narratives with nuanced characters, and I respect those that fully commit to the ideas they present... whereas stories that try to have their cake and eat it too, well, those pique my interest as well. Whenever I see untapped potential, my writer's mind cannot help but ponder the age-old question of "What if?" And I intend to do just that, in the cut below (this rant is long enough as it is).

Of course, no amount of brainstorming can change the reality of a product. A ship's structural flaws only become apparent once it's left port, but there's no recalling it then. Nonetheless, there is value in the discussion. We should always critically analyze what corporations give us, desiccating their products to discern the messages (whether intentional or not) contained within—especially when the product is aimed toward a young audience that might not have the cognitive tools to decipher those messages for themselves. Even if we cannot affect change in a monolithic company like Nintendo, we can still draw lessons from their missteps to improve our own writing.

If I have such grievances with TOTK's story, why bother with a rewrite? Because:

Playing within the limits of another's sandbox can help to build creative muscle.

I believe TOTK has all the right ingredients for a compelling story, if this new series wasn't so afraid to challenge its narrative roots the way it has its gameplay.

A few more things to note: I am not a professional writer, nor am I a veteran of the series. I'm working strictly with what TOTK brings to the table. I'll make no efforts to reconcile the continuity errors between BOTW and TOTK (though it deserves mentioning), or even attempt to fit this in a single cohesive timeline with the rest of the franchise. I am not that brave lol. What I propose below is simply how I would use these toys; YMMV. I hope this inspires discussion more so than congratulation or wordless agreement (though my ego will accept compliments all the same, especially since it took no small amount of spoons to organize my thoughts like this). As Ganondorf says:

A Modest Rewrite of TOTK's Ancient Past Storyline

Zelda is still flung to the past, but she awakens not to a picturesque golden age under the magnanimous rule of an infallible demigod. Instead, sadly reminiscent of her own age, the land lays in ruin, in the immediate aftermath of its own calamity. But this isn't the fault of Ganon. The blame lies solely with the Zonai.

The Zonai were understandably viewed as gods. A people who live up in the sky on floating islands, in possession of miraculous technology (including killer robots to protect their interests!), and magical artifacts that in the wrong hands can unleash cataclysmic power? A civilization as powerful as theirs doesn't suddenly end without a very good reason. Yet as far as I know, no explanation is provided as to why Rauru and Mineru are seemingly the last of the Zonai. No mention is made of a rival power that could've taken them down; certainly none of the terrestrial races. Remember, the Zonai were seen as gods. If you were to ask me? A civilization with that great of a power at their disposal, and apparently so much of it that Rauru has four more Stones (not including his own, Sonia's, or Mineru's) to pass out as he sees fit... can only destroy itself.*

* I know the Zonai are depicted in text as a purely enlightened and benevolent race... but as far back in the franchise as OOT (which TOTK draws a lot from), not even Hyrule—the standard by which all civilization in LOZ is judged—was above a civil war, orphaning Link. War Within LOZ clearly isn't waged solely against primal forces of evil that can, must, and should be destroyed. And that's good! A story is made richer when even the Designated Good Guys can fuck things up, when characters are allowed to contain multitudes—good and bad qualities!

Power does not defuse conflict. It only escalates the scope of destruction once it's unleashed. So, for whatever reasons the Zonai gave themselves then clung to, they started fighting each other. Using their flying machines and automatons, battles were fought upon and between their sky islands, the detritus of war raining down on the lands below—the inhabitants of which can do nothing but watch as a war rages in heaven—until finally the full power of the Stones is unleashed in an exchange that guarantees mutual destruction. The sky islands all plummet to the earth, wreaking mass destruction. This is the world Zelda finds herself in—where the land has been cracked wide open, the skies are choked with dust, and no one gets along... so unlike the world she knows.

Zelda still comes into the care of Rauru and Sonia, but Rauru is merely Sonia's consort—he holds no power as king. It's evident from the start that Sonia is steering the direction of Hyrule—a humble territory in this age—in this tumultuous time, although Rauru is backing her. It's thanks to Sonia that Rauru and Mineru survived the fall of their sky island, brought back from the brink of death. It was during this time that Rauru fell in love with her; and to repay her, Rauru revealed that, between himself and Mineru, they have three intact Stones (a small homage to the Triforce since it doesn't matter in this continuity) with which they can secure Hyrule's place in this brave new world. Importantly, this isn't portrayed as any more righteous than a nation acquiring a clear advantage over its rivals. Indeed, Zelda's thrown for a loop to learn that in this era, the other races like the Gorons and the Zora aren't merely independent from Hyrule but have a history of conflict—something she never learned in her history books. And tensions are only rising, as these rival nations find Stones of their own after much scavenging, shifting an already fraught balance of power. The gods are dead, their empire shattered—yet slivers of their strength remain, for those daring enough to claim them. By using one of these Stones, a tribe could secure its borders, reclaim ancestral land... or conquer new territory. This is where Ganondorf enters the picture.

This Ganondorf is still a villain, but there's room for nuance. He's ruthless and prideful, and certainly antagonistic toward Hyrule; but the narrative respects him as much as his fellow monarchs. He cares about the success of his people, because his entire identity is shaped around being their king. Remember that a male is born to the Gerudo only once in a hundred years. Ganondorf is but the latest in a lineage of kings, with the heavy burden of expectation that carries—he has a legacy to uphold or surpass if he can help it. And ever since he was a boy, he envied the easy lives and green lands of Hyrule, so as a man he has made it his personal ambition to conquer it... but at every turn, he has met his match in Sonia, who is every bit as skilled of a commander and a magician. The two of them have clashed so many times that they've become the most intimate of enemies, hard pressed to hate each other because they both know what's at stake. For years, they've been evenly matched... but the downfall of the Zonai changed everything. In spite of the Gerudo's best efforts, they haven't been able to find a single Stone to make up for the fact that the crash of their local sky islands kicked up terrible sandstorms and drove monsters from their usual habitats. The Gerudo are more desperate than ever. Then Ganondorf learns that his oldest enemy is housing two living Zonai underneath her roof, and has a total of four Stones at her disposal. He cannot battle Hyrule as before, lest he risk annihilation—if not by Sonia's hands, then another tribe that is more willing to coup de grâce a decimated competitor, or they might perish to monsters, or the desert might finally claim them, the dunes swallowing up their bones and burying their accomplishments. He could bend the knee—throw himself at Sonia's feet and hope for the best, sacrificing Gerudo independence to share in Hyrule's bounty. But his pride will never allow that.

He grew up in the shadow of detached gods, was raised on tales of how they were the ultimate arbiters of truth and value—almighty in their judgment and unassailable—and he saw for himself that they would only ever come down to earth to indulge their curiosity about the quaint groundfolk or harvest what their sky islands could not provide, most notably Zonaite (of course they named it after themselves...) to fuel their miraculous machines, the secrets of which they refused to share with anyone 'because they weren't ready' and would in fact use those same machines to keep the groundfolk from overreaching. Ganondorf is the first king in generations to glimpse a sky—and a future—uncontrolled by the Zonai. Though he was raised to be a king, the very definition of absolute power and privilege, only now is he truly beholden to no one. Finally, he is free to shape his own destiny. And he's not about to relinquish that freedom on account of his dearest enemy getting in bed with a fallen demigod—no, not a god... the Zonai's civil war proved they are not infallible. Without their technology, without their precious Stones, they're flesh and blood, the same as anyone else. Mortal. And what is a man to a king?

Despite the bad blood between them, and the generations of strife between their peoples, Ganondorf is able to convince Sonia that he is willing to bury the hatchet for the sake of his people, that his desire to enter the protective embrace of her kingdom, given the dangerous new world they find themselves in, is genuine. His true intentions are not so painfully transparent, but still Zelda does not trust him. She can't stop wondering how this man becomes the source of the Gloom in her era, even if the hateful creature she encountered in the depths below Hyrule Castle hardly seemed human at all. But she cannot act on a suspicion of duplicity due to future events. So for Ganondorf's entire stint in Sonia's court, Zelda tries to weasel out the truth—and in so doing, builds a relationship with the future Demon King. Once Ganondorf catches on to the fact that Zelda sees right through him, it becomes a game of 4D chess. Who is this girl, a member of Sonia's court that he has never heard before yet is trusted enough to bear a Stone, and why is she so certain of his true motives? He's smart enough to suss out that it isn't simple bigotry. It's a fine line Zelda must walk, because she has a secret of her own—she hasn't told anyone that she's from the future, out of a rational fear of disrupting the past and changing history (but at the same time, she can't abide doing nothing, and these interests war within her).

Despite Zelda's best efforts, Ganondorf succeeds in his plot. In a single stroke, he eliminates an old enemy, deprives her nation of its leader and a Stone, and finally secures a Stone for the Gerudo. But claiming the Stone doesn't immediately transform him into an Almighty Demon King. The surge of power is great, but not so much that he's willing to engage three other Stone bearers—two of which are Zonai who of course have experience using them—so he wisely retreats, though not before telling Rauru: "No point in crying over this one. She's not the first victim of your arrogance. And we both know she won't be the last." He's made powerful enemies, but it's a battle he can fight on another day, and at least now he's on equal footing with the other factions and can take their Stones until he can finally conquer Hyrule. But Ganondorf severely underestimates the lengths Rauru will go for revenge. In killing Sonia, before Rauru's very eyes no less, he has made another enemy for life (and beyond).

Understand that Rauru survived the destruction of his people and their way of life. That's traumatic enough. But now, the person who saved his life, and gave it new meaning, is dead. Murdered. By someone he had come to trust. Because he put a target around her neck. He should have seen this coming, he should have listened to Zelda, perhaps then he could have stopped this. But it's far too late now. Before, he was content to merely support and serve—a just penance, he believed, for his small part in breaking the world. Now, he has a new purpose: To secure Sonia's legacy by any means necessary. He binds his fate to Hyrule, which will never be safe so long as Ganondorf lives. This isn't a wise and beneficent King of Light opposing a terrible darkness, but a grieving widower—who's also a skyborn demigod that just lost his one earthly tie.

After taking command as regent, Rauru does not invite the other races to a grand alliance; he brings them to heel through force. It's not enough for Rauru to immediately counterattack Ganondorf. He wants to destroy him, and what better way than to turn the whole world against him? Additionally, by consolidating the power of the Stones onto his side, he denies Ganondorf the opportunity to pick them off one by one. Zelda is witnessing history, the birth of Hyrule as she knows it, but there's nothing noble about it. It's simple imperialism, and she has to grapple with the fact that she's a beneficiary of it. If the peoples of Hyrule were united through bloodshed, does this invalidate the friendships she's made among those peoples in her present? She's confronted with deep questions which possess no easy answers.

Meanwhile, Ganondorf hasn't been sitting on his laurels. He sees Rauru is stacking the deck against him, such that even the Stone's power won't be enough to win the coming war. The Gerudo are outnumbered and outgunned. So Ganondorf turns to darker magics, begins to press monsters into service, etc. His search for ever greater power takes him into the Depths, where he finds a dangerous substance called Gloom. According to legend, it is the ichor of a demon god who was struck down long ago and sealed away in the bowels of the earth. It drains the life-force of whoever touches it, that much is certain... but Ganondorf reckons it is possible to access this stolen vitality to perform feats of magic hitherto thought impossible. Through his mastery of dark magic, amplified by the Stone, he is able to harness the Gloom. First he tests it upon monsters... then dissidents, those reluctant to oppose Rauru's growing army. He makes examples of them, siphoning away their life-force to show those who will not fight will still serve their king. But this barbarous act only creates more dissent among the Gerudo. Tradition appointed Ganondorf as king, but that doesn't mean they have to stomach his tyranny. Even if he manages to win this war, this new power could allow him to reign forever, and he just demonstrated how little their individual lives mean to him. Worried for the future of their people, Ganondorf's second-in-command, Nabooru, sells him out in exchange for clemency, enabling Rauru and his Sages to capture him. Instead of slaying him on the spot, Rauru declares his intention to haul him back to Hyrule for a public execution in Sonia's name. Nabooru insists on coming along; if the King of the Gerudo is to die on foreign soil, then one of his own should observe his passing.

Ganondorf doesn't respond well to this betrayal. After everything he sacrificed, they would still rather roll over and show their bellies—surrender their freedom and pride—to a foreign lord. Who are these people, to abandon the courage of their ancestors? These are not his Gerudo. Ganondorf disowns them, swearing vengeance upon these cowards even as he is taken away in chains. The journey back to Hyrule gives him time to brood on his destiny. He was born to be a king, yet the place of his birth has forsaken him while the rest of the world wants him dead. Most people would crumble, succumb to despair. But his pride will never allow that. He will keep fighting, like he always has. He will crush any opposition, even if it's the people who gave him birth. He will rule, even if he must reign as king of the undesired. There's a saying: 'The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow.' And Rauru has blazed oh so fiercely. To oppose him, Ganondorf must become nothing less than the King of Shadow.

At the moment of his execution, he draws upon the Gloom to transcend his mortal limits, finally becoming the Demon King. In this form, he's able to battle all seven of the Sages, but he's still not almighty. In theory, Rauru is able to slay him... but he chooses not to. Imprisoning Ganondorf isn't done as a last resort; Rauru wants him to suffer. "Killing you would be far too kind. I will make you wish you could die. You won't. I will hold you here. We will build our kingdom over the lands you tried to burn and pillage. And you will rot here, trapped in this moment, long after you have faded from its memory." And he sincerely believes that he'll be able to contain Ganondorf for all time—because he was able to ascertain that Zelda is from the future, after examining her Stone (his Stone, as it turns out) and piecing together her strange accent and unusual notions, even though she has the pointed ears of a Hylian. He doesn't understand the power, but he does take it as proof positive that his victory is guaranteed and Hyrule exists well into the future... without ever learning the whole truth of it. Rauru is directly responsible for the cycle of Calamity Ganon, as Ganondorf's resent and hatred transformed the Gloom into Malice.

Rauru's pride is an actual flaw, one that is fully explored in the modern day. Just like Ganondorf says, thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye; Rauru hasn't had any time to process his rage. He only saves Link to make him a vehicle for his revenge; sticking around past the tutorial as Link's spectral companion, constantly pushing him to ignore all distractions to destroy Ganondorf ASAP, yet unable to control him directly. In staying with Link, Rauru learns of his legacy; that he created a lasting kingdom, but harmed future generations by inadvertently creating Calamity Ganon—Ganondorf's disembodied anguish and hate, nursed over thousands of years. His selfish decisions created more harm than Ganondorf could have in a single lifetime. Just as the Zonai destroyed the world once before, Rauru managed to destroy it again and again. Hyrule no longer even exists as a kingdom, destroyed by Calamity Ganon 100 years prior. Yet Link continues to fight—not for himself, but to protect and help those he cares about as well as perfect strangers. Rauru gives a touch of the divine to Link, and in return Link reintroduces Rauru to humanity.

In contrast: Ganondorf broods in the Depths, alone. Although he still has a corporeal form, he's just as much of a ghost as Rauru is. He's more isolated than ever, having awakened to a strange world where nothing is as he remembers it. The geography is different, the flora and fauna is different, the people are different. Especially the Gerudo. They don't remember him as ever having been a person at all, believing the monster of their legends merely adopted the form of a Gerudo. But that doesn't sting as much as how tame they've become in his absence. These Gerudo have no fangs; they're fully in bed with Hyrule in every sense of the word, and it disgusts him. Nothing in this world is right. Everyone has forgotten their pride and their history; no one remembers a time when Hyrule wasn't be-all and end-all. Unable to accept this future, he terraforms Hyrule in the image of what it used to be, so it might become a crucible once more. The strong will adapt and survive, while the weak rightfully perish. He will create a world that rewards might and daring above all else.

Ganondorf is none too pleased to learn Link is running around with the arm of the man who sealed him for millennia, and assumes that he has become Rauru's puppet (even more hand symbolism)... but that's a key difference between Ganondorf and Rauru. Link essentially drags Rauru through character development, rekindling a sense of humanity within him. Ganondorf has no one to break him out of his rut. His only company down in the Depths are monsters and the Yiga Clan, who revere him as the source of Calamity Ganon—for his power and opposition of Hyrulian supremacy—but do not see him as person, a king in need of counsel. Ganondorf is more alone than ever, but he refuses to address this. To despair is to admit that the world has power over you, and he is the single strongest being in the world. Gods do not weep. And in that final confrontation, Rauru addresses Ganondorf: They're both ghosts of the past, stubbornly trying to shape the future to their liking; but the present belongs to the living. They both need to let go. But Ganondorf's pride will never allow that. To admit defeat is to admit someone has power over him, and he cannot allow it. It becomes clear to him that the only option left to him is to not play at all.

He swallows his Stone and becomes a dragon, but this doesn't lead to another boss fight (to compensate, the third phase would be a more classical Ganon fight; a friend suggested the name of "Scourge of Hyrule—Apocalypse Ganon"). Instead, in line with what was established earlier—that to become a dragon is to lose yourself to the process—Ganondorf ascends to the sky... and bears no more malice toward Link or Hyrule. He becomes the ultimate in power—immortal and at last truly divine—at the cost of his ego. He's still dangerous since he radiates Gloom, but he doesn't attack, just like the other dragons: an idiot god. He returns to the Depths out of instinctual comfort, but will occasionally surface and usher in a Blood Moon. And like the other dragons, you can harvest rare materials from him to make the best Gloom weapons or whatever. + Leaving Ganondorf in this state leaves a door open for fanatics to try and restore him in a sequel.

So, that's all I got

There's a lot of things I didn't address. Like whether the line of succession was broken with Sonia's death (so is Zelda descended from a relative of hers?), what sort of characters the Sages should be, or what Zelda does after Ganondorf is sealed away by Rauru (I'm personally not comfortable with her waltzing up to the Sages and in a stable time loop binding all the races to Hyrule), how weird the Draconification plot point is (and how Zelda is restored to her human form by Good Ending ghost magic), how Zelda is restored in this version (sequel hook same with Ganon?), how disconnected I feel Link is to the Ancient Past storyline as a whole, whether my version of Ganondorf actually ever learned about him, I didn't really dive into the aforementioned imperialist message in TOTK (others have already done so better than I), etc. Thing is, I'm not a professional writer. I do it for the love of it, and that's what this is. A messy labor of misplaced love for a franchise I've never played, all because I was upset they didn't treat my blorbo the way I like. You know how it goes. My brain didn't know when to let go, but at least now it's out there and not rattling around solely in my noggin, making an awful racket. Maybe now I can work on other things. If you've made it this far, cheers.

#legend of zelda #my writing #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #rewrite #posting this now even if it could use another pass or two #kinda exhausted with the whole thing at this point #it's taken a lot of spoons over many days #ganondorf #rauru #zelda

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hi! sorry to bother you! could you make a fic about evan buckley inspired by “i can see you” by taylor swift ? thank you anyway and hope you’re having a great day!

i can see you - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @housewifebuck

a/n: you’re absolutely no bother lovely, i apologize that this is so late, but thank you so much for leaving a request nonetheless <3 i hope you enjoy this, this is my inspiration of the song as well!! also let me apologize in the meantime that this is not proofread :)

each time his hand simply brushed up against hers, a whole new level of delusion entered y/n’s mind. it doesn’t matter if they were grabbing the same cup for coffee, or if they were retrieving something from the engine on a call. his rough, but warm fingers lightly feathering her knuckles, but even the slightest touch was ecstasy.

she tries to keep her composure, her job needing her focused at all times, but he made is so damn hard. every time his bright blue beads crossed paths with her own, it formed sparkles of attraction in y/n’s mind.

y/n’s never been one to be distracted, but buck completely started to own her mind. it was like he put her in his own prison, something she couldn’t escape from.

buck could always sense her eyes burning into him, and he silently loved it. he could feel the flames in her eyes and the admiration she had for him. he would be lying if he doesn’t stare back when she doesn’t notice. bucks always been one for a little game, anyway.

the way she parts her hair for work, and how she walks around the station and saunters around the bar with a drink in her hand. her gentle hands could cure anyone, and buck simply just wanted them on him.

they both can feel the aggressive spark that’s threatening to burst between them, but they’re too scared to do anything about it.

buck could always tell on her face when she got flustered by his presence.

he loves it.

if he had to sneak behind her, he’d place a hand on her lower back and brush his chest over her back, the fabric uniforms rubbing together. he can almost feel the halt in her breath as he passes by.

if she was across the table while they were eating, he’d lean back in his chair, giving her the slyest smirk and running his finger over his forearm tattoo. he wishes he could feel the rush of emotions she got from glancing at him.

he payed attention to the little details, the small things that made her heart race. the rolling up the sleeves, fidgeting with his fingers, whispering small things to her that no one else heard.

he did it until she couldn’t take it anymore, until the night where she would finally pounce on him and claim him as hers, compared to the jail she’s in.

the shift had just ended, and it was long. it wasn’t necessarily all the calls they went on, but it was the looks y/n was getting from buck the whole day. it’s so difficult to be a professional when a man like buck is so close to controlling her every move. nonetheless, she still opted to go to the bar with her team. she stopped by her apartment to change first, then driving back over and entering the bar.

she was wearing a new pair of jeans, one that complimented her figure perfectly and a white tank top, along with an LAFD jacket hanging off her shoulder. buck had a white button up on, with a regular pair of pants that still looked hot as ever to y/n. it was like a breath of fresh air, to see him in different clothes.

she moved up to one of the stool, choosing the one next to buck. she ordered a cocktail first, watching buck sip at his glass.

“you must come here a lot,” buck starts.

“you stalking me, buck?” she jokes, accepting the drink from the bartender. he chuckles quickly, looking y/n up and down her body, taking in every beautiful part of her.

they exchanged quick talk for a lot of the night, ordering each others drinks and almost forgetting that their other friends were there. y/n could hardly focus on anything but bucks bright smile, and the way his tongue swiped along the back of his teeth when she teased him. it made her want to scream.

it made her want to pull her hair out in the best way when his fingers ran through his hair, and he watched her internally fall apart. all because of him.

soon enough, the drunkenness had taken over their minds a bit, and buck noticed the lust in her eyes as she leaned into her hand to gaze at him.

“like what you see?” he asks, not peeling his eyes away from hers.

“why are we still playing this game?” y/n wonders, giving buck a quick moment of confusion before completely understanding. he wants to hear it though, and he’s determined to hear it.

“and what game is that?”

“buck, come on,” she sighs. “don’t be an idiot now.”

“i’m not an idiot, sweetheart,” he smirks. “i just want to hear you admit that you want me.”

she laughs quickly, turning her head away from him and then groaning into the air. “i can’t possible boost your ego any more.”

“tell me, y/n,” he scoots himself closer, one of her thighs in between his as he inches himself toward her. before he can think to move again, she grabs his bicep, pulling him toward the back of the bar.

once they’re in the single bathroom, she clicks the lock behind her and shoves him against the door. when he turns back to look in her eyes, her heels are off the ground and her hands are on the side of his face.

her soft, sweet-tasting lips touch bucks for the first time, taking in the taste of her lip gloss and the smell of the liquor on her tongue. he moves his own hands down to her sides, pressing his fingers into her skin. she groans a bit into his touch, but she only craves for more connection from him.

she only pulls away for a quick breath, only to rush back for more and feel his arms wrapped around her again. the light chattering of the people in the bar became inaudible, the only two people in the world at that moment were buck and y/n. despite their tipsy selves, the kiss between them blurred anything in their mind. they both only wanted more, never wanting to leave a moment like this behind.

“does that tell you what you want to hear so bad?”

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[eternalfae]

When You're Gone (pt 2/??)

When you finally got back to your flat your heart was pounding. You practically ran inside, part of you still not believing he would really be there. You tried to not show your excitement as you opened the door, still in your uniform from work. You heard the TV on and Andrew was humming along with the opening theme song of some show. You could already see him laid out across your couch, so perfectly relaxed as if nothing had happened. You stepped in and closed the door behind you a little too hard, startling him. 

“Well, don’t you look excited to see me?” He had to crane his neck to see you, a small smile resting on his face. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes while you tossed your bag on the table near the front door. A catch-all table littered with anything someone could ever need. “A strange man broke into my home while I was at work, why wouldn’t I be delighted?”

He cocked a brow at that, face going serious. “That sounds like a big deal. You know who did it?”

You sat next to him on the small couch. “The cops are already on their way.” A moment of silence passed between both of you before you crossed your arms and turned to face him. “Why are you here, Andrew?”

“I finished, obviously.” He looked a little proud of himself, like a cat bringing you a mouse. 

You couldn’t help your attitude. While you were happy to see him, you were mad that he’d leave you alone long enough to miss him. “When?”

He frowned. “About three days ago. Quite frankly, I thought you’d be more happy to see me.” You felt trapped by the almost sad look in his eyes. You took him in for a moment, beard unkempt, hair a bit longer than what it was when he left. He definitely needed a trim… and a shower. He smelled strongly of cologne, probably to cover up the smell of the long train ride back home. You loved his cologne. 

“I’m very happy to see you. I just wish you would have told me you were coming back. I could have planned something!” You threw your hands up dramatically for effect. 

“We can still do something fun; go out to the pub,” he offered. You shook your head in response and he frowned again. 

“I don’t want to go to the pub immediately after getting home from work. Order some delivery while I shower and we can watch a movie or something. I want to relax.” His smile returned and he nodded, quickly taking his phone out to order from his favorite local place. Fifteen minutes later you were dressed in your comfiest pajamas, towel-drying your hair quickly before you made your way back out to the living room. “Do you want anything to drink? I pretty much have the entire pub in my kitchen.” You leaned over the back of the couch, resting your arms on it as you watched him.

He looked up from his phone and nodded. “Please,” he answered simply, “But surprise me.” 

You nodded and wandered back towards the kitchen, slightly distracted by the ad currently playing on your TV. You managed to peel your eyes away as you stepped into the kitchen. You contemplated your liquor cabinet for a moment before you pulled down a bottle of Midleton whiskey, something you always saved for special occasions. Warm light shone through the glass, and you filled it up with maybe a bit more than you should’ve, but you didn’t care. After dropping some ice in, you brought the drinks back to the living room. He took the offered glass silently and you sat next to him, relaxing into the plush cushions. 

You sipped your drink and let your brain go empty, desperately trying to just forget about everything and relax here with your best friend. You couldn’t help but be acutely aware of the warmth radiating off of the man next to you, a direct opposite of the chill your damp hair was sending down your spine. He wordlessly took the remote and switched it from the show to one of his favorite movies, Grand Budapest Hotel. You took a swig of your drink, craving the warmth that was teasing you from your right, and grabbed a blanket that sat on your couch to bundle up in. 

The alcohol seemed to do barely anything to warm the chill in your bones. You were utterly exhausted from work, though, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You felt yourself dozing off within the first ten minutes of the movie. You were rudely awoken, however, by the sound of the doorbell. Oh, yeah, your food. You mumbled to yourself as you went to get up, but a hand on your leg stopped you. A warmth spread immediately from that spot that rivaled that of the alcohol in your veins.

“I’ve got it.” Andrew stood up and waved at you dismissively to stay sitting as he walked toward the door, stealing your warmth. You craned your neck a bit to watch him, but couldn’t hear their voices over the movie on the TV. You ended up relaxing and stretching out on the couch while you waited for him to return. Not long after, you smelled your food approaching. You hummed happily and sat up once again. “Your favorite.” He set the box down in front of you and opened it up, the smell causing you to practically drool.

“You’re a saint. Thank you,” you smiled up at him and he simply nodded and returned to his spot on the couch. He scooted closer to you as he reached for a slice and you were painfully aware of his knee touching yours. You willed yourself to ignore the thoughts racing through your head as you grabbed a piece for yourself. Your thoughts finally faded to the back of your mind as you ate, more or less watching the TV.

Once you had your fair share of food and liquor you could feel the exhaustion of your workday catching up with you. You pulled your legs up onto the couch and got cozy while the two of you sat in a comfortable silence watching the TV. You started to doze off again and was vaguely aware of the man next to you getting up from the couch. 

Right when you were about to open your eyes to see where he went, though, the couch sunk again and a blanket was placed over you both. One of his arms went around the back of the couch and, totally only because the couch was making you go that way, you found yourself leaning against the tall man with your head on his shoulder. As sleep took over your body now that you were adequately warm, you felt his arm come off the couch and move to around you. With one hand resting on your shoulder, you barely even heard his words. 

“I missed you so much.”

#hozier #hozier x reader #andrew hozier byrne #hozier fanfiction #slow burn #mutual pining #i was so tired writing this #no beta we die like men

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Warning

Fandom: Star Trek : Strange New Worlds Pairing: Hemmer x Counselor! fem! Reader Words: 3.9K Warnings: A bit of swearing Summary: They had an agreement that everytime Chris sent a very attractive person to the counselor office, he would warn her beforehand. Apparently they have a different understanding of attractive A/N: Don't take this too seriously. Also, I just watched the first three episodes of season 1 so if anything is not fitting with canon, forget it

@bigblissandlove1 I don't know if you have seen Strage New Worlds yet, so I just did it

Chris didn't know why or how he had done it this time, but he had fucked up, which he was more than aware of as he walked down the corridor.

To be honest, he wasn't really used to being ordered to a person, as this was mostly his job. Of course, M'Benga had called him to sickbay several times and a few times he had been called to the engine room, but he had usually known what the problem was.

Now, however, on his way to the counsellor's office, he had no idea what he had done. All he knew was that she had sounded anything but happy with him, which was reason enough to run in the opposite direction and hope that she would not find him.

He stopped in front of her door and took another deep breath before pressing the button and waiting. Moments later, the doors slid aside and Chris hesitantly entered.

She was already waiting for him. Instead of a blue uniform top, she wore a blue uniform jacket over a black top and leaned against her desk with her arms folded and a falsely sweet smile that was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

"You wanted to see me?"

For a long time she remained silent and simply looked at him, which slowly caused him to turn under her gaze.

Sedately, she sat down on the edge of her table and crossed her legs. "Can I ask you something, Christopher?"

Oh he had screwed up so badly. A bead of fear sweat ran down the back of his neck.

'Christopher' was reluctantly used by her, only when she had to lecture him.

Actually he didn't really want to answer her, however he knew he couldn't escape his end.

"Yes?"

She jutted her chin. "You remember that agreement we made years ago in that dodgy bar."

Slowly the nervousness faded and gave way to confusion. Of course he remembered that agreement, after all she had even insisted on writing it down and having them both sign it "Yes."

"Do me a favour and tell me again what it was about."

Chris blushed slightly. He wasn't embarrassed, but they were working and it really didn't belong there.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Christopher."

"Okay." He raised his hands defensively.

"We decided that in case I had a ... slightly late night and showed up late for duty, you would cover for me."

He wasn't particularly proud of having made this agreement and felt bad that they were thus indirectly exploiting her medical authority, however it had been useful to him too many times for the shame to be too great.

"Right." She propped her chin on her hand as her eyes bored into his. "And what was the other part of that deal?"

Chris sighed. "That in case I ever sent a, and I quote, 'to-die-for Adonis-like person' to you, I'd give you advance notice."

"Very well." She regarded him eagle-eyed and stood up slowly, causing him to take a step back. "And tell me, Christopher, have I ever left you hanging? Have I ever failed to keep my end of this bargain?"

Slowly he shook his head. Nervousness had now completely given way to confusion. "Not as far as I know."

Her forced smile disappeared and turned into an angry grimace. "And what, then, gives you the fucking right to not hold up your end?!"

"Woah!" He threw his hands up defensively again. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've always given a warning."

"Except today!"

"Today?"

"Yes, today! The day I wore that crumpled uniform from the back corner of my closet and my hair just looks unwashed and messy."

Chris took a step back. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I definitely didn't send an Aphrodite or an Adonis to you."

"Of course you did!" Her face darkened with the blood rushing to her face in excitement.

"The only person I sent because he was new was Lieutenant Hemmer. Otherwise I ... oh." He saw her avoid his gaze and a smirk climbed his lips.

"Oh."

"Shut up."

She turned, though it was now up to Chris not to give in.

"Really now? Hemmer? You're not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking," she hissed back, causing his grin to grow even wider. He settled down on the couch. "Oh heavens, you're serious." He laughed out. "Who'd have thought our new chief engineer had it in him like that."

Chris bit his tongue to suppress the grin. "I'm afraid you and I have a different picture of Adonis after all, don't we? No offence to the Lieutenant

With a frustrated groan, she dropped down beside him. "I hate you." He put an arm around her shoulder. "No you don't. But really now, all kidding aside, was it that bad? I didn't think Hemmer could do it to you that bad."

There was a reason they had made this agreement. She was, always had been actually, incredibly nervous around people she found attractive.

The more she found herself attracted to them, the worse, which was why Chris had let her know every time there was a possible candidate who might catch her attention, so that her professionalism wouldn't be questioned.

So far, though, it had only really been necessary once, and Chris really hadn't thought Hemmer was her type. Her partners, male, female and everything in between, had so far been ... different.

At least he couldn't remember a single grumpy, sarcastic and slightly cynical partner.

"It hadn't been this bad in a long time." She buried her face in her hands in shame, all anger forgotten. "I'm so incredibly embarrassed, I could die."

Chris patted her back in an attempt to reassure her. "I don't think it was that bad."

"Oh yes it was. It was."

It beeped, signifying that her last "patient" for the day had arrived.

"Come in." She heard the doors open and a person step into her office while she was in the next room trying to move a box to one of the shelves. Her patient before only managed to concentrate when she was playing board games with him, so she was now trying to put them away.

"Doctor?" She smiled when she heard his voice. It was pleasant and very welcome after an hour and a half with the Ensign whose nasal, high-pitched voice had given her a headache.

"Lieutenant Hemmer, isn't it? Side room, I'll be there in a sec." She sounded strained as she pushed the box further up. Footsteps sounded behind her and she could feel the man's presence behind her.

"That is correct. Do you need any assistance?"

She groaned softly, planning to rearrange her storage space on her day off. "That would be nice."

Hemmer stepped behind her so she could feel his warmth radiating through his uniform, and reached over her with his arm, helping her slide the box into the compartment before stepping back to let her have her space.

"Thanks. I really need to reorganise, this is getting really ridiculous..." She broke off as she turned around.

Oh God help her.

She had gathered from the brief information on his file that he was their chief engineer and belonged to the Aenar species and although she hadn't seen many, she was pretty sure it couldn't get any more attractive.

He was slightly taller than her, not by much, and slightly more athletically built than normal, though not nearly as much as Chris. His white hair fell fluffily into his face, causing an urge in her to run her hands through it as his antennae swayed serenely back and forth.

His eyes were milky white, which was impossibly beautiful at that moment, he had a rather dominant jaw and she was sure she could cut herself on his cheekbones if she slid her finger across.

She had a problem. A big, attractive, white problem.

A slight chuckle, much more a breathy laugh, from Hemmer brought her out of her thoughts and she felt her face grow warm.

"I'd recommend it. That, or you stop loading the boxes so much that you can't lift them over your head."

She nodded slightly and held out her hand to him. "I believe you already know my name, Lieutenant. It's a pleasure to meet you."

For a few moments he regarded her outstretched hand and a slight panic spread through her.

Damn it, Aenar didn't shake hands. She had made a complete ass of herself and exposed herself right in front of him. She absolute idiot. She was good for nothing. Nothing!

Hesitantly, she began to withdraw her hand again when Hemmer reached for it. His hand was surprisingly warm and a little rough to the touch, though not uncomfortable under any circumstances and she had to pull herself together not to blush completely.

"Likewise." Was it just her, or had his vocal pitch just gone down a notch? Oh, she was fucked.

Smiling slightly, she looked up at him and although his expression was friendly-neutral, she thought she saw a spark of mischief flit across his face.

She swallowed and gestured to the room behind them. "Shall we sit down? I think this is a bit more comfortable."

Hemmer hummed in agreement, turned and returned to her office. She took a deep breath in and out and closed her eyes for a moment.

She was so going to kill Chris for not giving her a warning.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Um... water?"

Hemmer, meanwhile, had made himself comfortable on the sofa, crossed his legs and seemed to be looking at her with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and surprise. Or she was imagining it, since he was blind and she was nervous.

"Coffee. Black, please." She nodded, grateful to have something to do, and scurried to the corner of her office where, at her request, a small kitchenette had been installed. "Caffeine this late in the evening?"

"Night shift," he returned and she winced inwardly as the water ran through the coffee filter. "I hope you hadn't gotten up too early for me." She glanced over her shoulder. "Otherwise, you could have asked for another appointment. I'm here to be a conversational partner, not to deprive you of sleep."

Hemmer leaned back a little. "It's not a problem. Otherwise you would have had to get up in the middle of the night. We don't want that either."

She had to turn around to keep from blushing again. This was getting really ridiculous.

"With all due respect, Lieutenant," she said, pouring water into her cup, strictly focused on not burning herself, because that would be just what she needed. "In an emergency, I think a sleep deprived chief engineer is a little more dangerous than a sleep deprived therapist."

The coffee and her tea were ready, so she did her best to set both cups down safely at the small table, but Hemmer seemed to be doing his best to upset her. "You sell yourself too low. I've heard you're a brilliant woman and and I'd really hate to put bags under those eyes."

As soon as his compliment reached her brain, even if it was more quote than compliment, it seemed to short circuit as her right hand, still holding her tea, gave a little jerk and the contents spilled over the edge and landed on the table, as well as her hand.

"Holy shit," she cursed and waved her hand around, her face contorted into a pained grimace.

Hemmer sat up straighter, his antennae straight up in attention. "Doctor, do you need-"

"It's all right," she pressed out between her teeth, trying to smile.

'Stupid handsome Hemmer, why do you have to be so impossibly cute so I make a complete ass of myself.'

"It's alright. Happens all the time." She reached under the table and whipped out a cloth, it really had happened to her before and she was prepared to wipe up the liquid. In mid-motion, however, Hemmer grabbed the cloth. "Let me do that. You need to cool your hand under cold water."

Unfortunately, his hand had grazed hers and, startled by the contact, she had not been prepared for skin-to-skin contact with the handsome man, she took a step back, tripped over the table and fell to the floor with a loud grunt.

"Ohhh," she moaned and held her head, forgetting that her hand had been burned and hissing at the contact between burn blisters and hair.

Instantly Hemmer was at her side, looking at her with concern. At least she thought he did.

"Doctor are you all right?" Fuck, why did his voice have to be so soft if he was concerned?

"I'm fine," she returned again, hoping to at least somewhat still save face, though she knew that was a lie.

Her ankle throbbed, her hand ached and she was pretty sure the room wasn't supposed to be spinning.

"Doctor!"

Her gaze zoomed back to his face, which was so close she could have counted his eyelashes. Now that her view of his eyes was better, she corrected herself from before.

They weren't milky white, no. Much more they reminded her of molten silver, shiny and smooth, soft and hard at the same time.

Like the reflection of a full moon in still waters, mysterious, close and yet at the same time so impossibly distant from her.

She was also pretty sure she might have had a mild concussion.

Above her, she heard Hemer sigh before he took her by the arm and helped her up.

As soon as her left foot touched the ground, however, she gasped and clawed at Hemmer, who, to his credit, took it without pulling a face.

"I think I sprained my ankle."

"Okay." Hemmer tried to sound calm, which made her feel bad. After all, the poor man just wanted to do his job and in order to do that, he had to just hold a brief conversation with a Counselor to begin with.

"I think it's best if we take you to the infirmary first so M'Benga can look at your foot."

She nodded, through clenched teeth. Hemmer carefully put her arm around his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, making the short walk to the infirmary that seemed so impossibly long to her at that moment.

Silence reigned between them, for which she was very grateful, because the only thing she could focus on was his body pressed tightly against hers, his hair brushing her cheek, his hand holding hers and his arm wrapped around her waist as his other hand dug gently but firmly into her flesh.

To be honest, she was glad she was still breathing when M'Benga and Chapel took her from him, although she instantly felt the loss of Hemmer's body heat.

M'Benga and Chapel moved her to one of the beds and immediately Hemmer appeared behind them to watch them.

Secretly, she found it very touching that he stayed by her side while she was being treated instead of returning to work, though his presence distracted her from answering Chapel's questions.

The latter, however, only acknowledged her embarrassment with a knowing grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows, which made the blood rush to her face again.

"Sprained ankle, second degree burns and a mild concussion," she grinned at her and shook her head. "That's news even to you." Chapel patted her on the shoulder. "Take it a little easier, will you? If the pain gets too bad, come back for more, okay?"

She nodded and Chapel disappeared, leaving her and Hemmer alone.

"I'm sorry," she murmured softly. "This is probably not how you imagined your evening ... or morning, as the case may be."

"A trip to sickbay wasn't on my list, no. However, a little excitement can't hurt."

She smiled weakly at his attempt to cheer her up.

Sweet, dear Hemmer. Too good for this world.

He cleared his throat slightly and glanced to the side as his antennae rippled slightly.

"I'm afraid my shift is about to start and we won't be able to have our conversation today." She nodded in understanding and smiled slightly at him.

"It's understandable. How about this: You didn't really strike me as being unfit for duty, which is why I don't need to have any urgent conversations with you. You work your shift and I'll try to schedule a second appointment as soon as possible, yeah? That probably makes a little more sense, as you've had time to settle in and get to know the rhythm of the ship. If there are any urgent questions: I am always available."

Hemmer raised one of his eye ridges. "Even at night?"

She grinned slightly, relieved to find that she was slowly getting over the fact that she felt very attached to Hemmer. Which professionally was an absolute disaster, however she didn't think about that now.

"If I have to, I'll sit in my office in my pyjamas, completely drowsy, to ease your worries."

"I hope it won't come to that." Hemmer bowed his head slightly. "I wish you a good rest."

"Thank you. You have a pleasant shift." He nodded and left, giving her a glimpse of his back.

Had he had such broad shoulders before or was the uniform just a little small?

Strangely, Hemmer stumbled at that very moment and almost fell down as he left the infirmary.

"You really sprained your ankle and got a concussion yesterday because you found someone attractive? Oh man, I think I'm going to have to look closer when I send someone your way soon."

Groaning, she buried her face in his chest. "Keep it down Chris and rather tell me how I'm ever going to face him again."

"Well you'll have to eventually, after all you still have your talk to do."

Frustrated, she threw a pillow in his face. "No help, Chris!"

He laughed and raised his hands. "You should have just come to the dinners. Hemmer was always there and you didn't even have to talk to him then."

Scowling, she stared at him. "First of all, still no help. Secondly, it's not my fault you always put your dinners when I have appointments."

Chris patted her back. "I don't think it's that bad. I haven't known him long, but I don't think Hemmer would hold it against you. At most he finds it amusing, nothing more. Just talk to him, apologise again. Maybe invite him to dinner."

"Chris!" This time her exclamation was accompanied with laughter as she broke away from him.

"What, you seem to like him more than most. At least you haven't twisted your ankle over any of them."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "That would be far too unprofessional. I'm practically the ship's therapist. I'm not allowed to do things like that."

"As long as it stays professional, if it has to."

Chris shrugged before sighing. "Look, I can't tell you what to do because I don't know. However, I do know, for one thing, that Hemmer doesn't think any worse of you for this, and for another, that it's late and you desperately need something to eat. So shoo-' He pulled her up and hustled her towards the door. "Off to the canteen with you."

Sighing, she gave in. "Anything else I should probably know so I don't embarrass myself further in front of him?" Chris thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, not that I know of."

~**~

She poked listlessly at her food, resting her head on the back of her hand, when suddenly someone stepped up beside her. "May I join you for a moment?"

Instantly she was awake and shot up at the sound of Hemmer's voice. The latter was standing beside her table, a PADD in his hand, looking at her expectantly:

"Of course, Lieutenant." She pointed to the seat opposite her. "Please, sit down."

He nodded and complied with her request. "Hemmer only, please. We are not on duty." "Likewise."

Hemmer nodded in acknowledgement.

"How are you?"

She felt her face grow warm again and glanced quickly at her plate.

"Better, I don't feel any pain anymore. Thanks, again, for accompanying me yesterday and I guess a 'sorry' would be in order again too."

"It was no problem," Hemmer brushed it off. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her intently. "I'm here for the appointment. My duty roster would allow me to be available from 1800 hours tomorrow."

Disappointment spread through her, which she immediately suppressed.

Of course he's here for the appointment, she scolded herself immediately afterwards. After all, only you are stupid enough to find a person you barely know so fine.

"Of course." Quickly she pulled out her own PADD and studied her appointment book. "That should be fine. How about 1930 hours?" Hemmer considered for a moment before nodding.

For a moment there was silence between the two of them and for a split crazy second, she truly toyed with the idea of humouring Chris and inviting him to dinner, though she immediately suppressed it.

Stay professional, after all, Hemmer shouldn't feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat and stood up, which again caused her a little bit of disappointment. "Well then, thank you. Enjoy your meal."

She thanked him and Hemmer turned around, but remained on the spot.

When he still hadn't moved after a few moments, she asked, a little worried.

"Hemmer, are you all right?" He kept his back to her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

He turned back to her, however his expression did not hint at what he was thinking.

"How familiar are you with Aenar biology?"

She blushed, though this time it was not due to the fact that he was outrageously handsome.

"I'm ashamed to admit it, however, I was never very good at biology."

"Then I assume you are not aware of the fact that Aenar posses telepathic abilities."

All at once everything froze inside her, her movement, her thoughts, everything. "Oh, really?"

Her voice was low and thin and Hemmer just nodded, amusement clear on his features.

"Indeed. You know, normally I can ignore the thought processes of others, however that becomes a little difficult when they are about your own person. So it's fair to say that you weren't the only one who was a little ... distracted last evening."

She wasn't even able to panic.

"Oh."

"Mhhh." He nodded and leaned towards her a little, a small smile on his face and god did he have a pretty smile. Which automatically widened as he caught her train of thought. "It is not my intention, but you humans are very... loud in that way."

She slowly closed her eyes in shame and braced herself for him to reject her, however this never came.

Briefly, his hand brushed hers and she snapped her eyes open, only to see him straighten.

"I think it's really honourable that you want to remain professional, but ... I wouldn't mind dinner." He turned, but still paused. "By the way ... 'molten silver' and 'reflection of a moon' are really nice descriptions that no one has ever used for me. Thank you."

She stared after him as he left the canteen, the food and everything around her forgotten.

Telepath. He was a bloody telepath and had caught every embarrassing thought she had had about him. She closed her eyes.

She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she knew one thing.

She would fucking kill Chris.

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[w1ldthoughts]

I loved the Justin Herbert x cowboys cheerleader reader smut. Maybe a part 2, he invites her to his house in LA and tells her to bring her uniform so he can strip her. They got a lot of time together :)

Hours and Ours

A/n: This is my last smutty piece for a while I have a request in my inbox that I need to work on and I’m still working on another series! I hope y’all enjoy this one though!

Warning: Smut

Previous part

You’d been waiting on bye-week for a while now. Three weeks before, you and Justin had a bit of an “encounter” in the tunnel and he sent you an Instagram DM, telling you he was serious about returning the favor. The two of you made plans for to have you fly out to LA at the beginning of bye week to spend some quality time together and the thought of that gave you goosebumps. No part of you wanted to actually be in a relationship with a football player, considering how much time you spent around them, but there was no harm in getting the full treatment from Justin after servicing him the last time.

He paid for your Uber as soon as you landed at LAX and sent you a message that he’d be waiting for you at his house. They’d played a game against the Rams earlier that evening and you were now even more excited considering the Chargers had won. If Justin was in a good mood and having a good night, you knew you were in for an even better one.

Of course the home was perfectly spotless. Everything was color coded and labeled, down to his cat Nova’s designated area. Justin welcomed you with a warm hug, his hair still a little wet from his postgame shower.

“How was your flight? Do you want any food or anything? I can order something for us.” He grabbed your bag from you and led you into the living room where ‘The Dark Knight’ was playing in the background.

“No I’m okay for now, we can just watch the movie and relax?” You asked and he simply nodded, immediately grabbing a blanket for you as he sat down on the couch, keeping a subtle distance. “Why are you so far away? I don’t bite…unless you’re into that.” You laugh.

He returns your sentiment and scoots over to your side, his arm rubbing up against your shoulder. You spent most of the movie thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you and wondered if he had similar thoughts. Good thing he didn’t let you sit and wonder for long as his lips were on yours and it left you feeling dizzy. His hand found its way onto your ass and you straddled him to close the space between you as much as humanly possible. Finally, you were back where you were supposed to be, your tongue in Justin’s mouth, slightly sucking on his bottom lip as he deepened the kiss. Your hands moved their way into his hair and he moaned into your mouth. The sound was intoxicating and you almost cried at the thought of pulling away but the night had only begun.

You held his face in your hands as you pulled away with a satisfied hum as he gave your butt a squeeze. “I brought a surprise for you.” You whispered and watched him raise his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Did you bring your Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader uniform?” He chuckles, suddenly looking eerily similar to that 18 year old freshman from all those years ago.

There was no way you were ever going to forget the joy on his face. “I definitely brought my Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader uniform and I’m gonna go put it on. Right. Now.”

“You do that,” he utters as you stand up and head to the bathroom, “you won’t be wearing it for long. I can tell you that.”

As soon as you came out dressed, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, joyful laughter erupting from the two of you all the way up to his room. Without missing a beat, he closed the door behind him and settled you in his arms, his lips finding yours again. You kissed him back with equal effort, allowing him to place you on the bed, not even remotely close to disconnecting your lips throughout that entire time.

“Never saw myself as a cheerleading fan but I might have to reconsider due to recent events.” Justin smiles, running his hand along the tiny white shorts you were sporting, and along your inner thigh. “I promised I would take care of you and I plan on doing just that. Sound good?”

His husky voice sends shivers down your spine and a warmth between your legs. “Do what you need to Justin.” You murmur, getting impatient.

“You look fucking incredible in this uniform.” He tells you one more time before leaning down pepper soft kisses on your neck, a large hand at your waist, moving in small circles on your hip bone. The feathery kisses he lined down your body were nothing compared to the love bites that were sure to appear when Justin lightly sucked on particular areas on your chest that you knew would bruise later. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you fell deeper and deeper into a euphoric feeling.

He carefully slid down your shorts and underwear and licked his fingers, pressing another set of tender kisses onto your stomach while rubbing the outside of your vagina. Justin smiled to himself when he was met with a slight wetness between your legs already. With as much tenderness as he could muster, he used two fingers to rub your clit, sending fireworks into your core. You thrust your hips forward, arching your back into his touch with a satisfied moan while he continued the steady motion. He kissed you again, his middle finger making small circles against your bead, smiling the entire time as your first orgasm of the night made it’s appearance. He licked his fingers clean and reached into his bedside table to grab a condom.

Justin ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on. “I just want to make sure before this goes any further, are you sure you want to do this? Super sure?” He stressed, and you almost jumped his bones right then and there.

“I’m ready J—I want this. I want you, really badly actually.” You chuckle out, still catching your breath from your previous endeavor.

That was all he needed to hear. He lined himself up against your entrance and squeezed himself in with a low moan. His hands found your hips again, his own hips moving forward and back with ease, causing your eyes to roll back in your head out of intense pleasure.

“This—this is so much better than I imagined.” You whimper out, the steady roll of the man’s hips making you purse your lips so you don't yell out and boost his ego even more.

His strokes were gentle but full of energy, like this was weeks of anticipation for him too and all you could do was beg for more. You wanted—no needed to be closer so you wrapped your arms around his waist, urging him to go deeper until it felt like you could feel him in your stomach. You could hear heavy sighs and grunts against your shoulder, probably a rare moment of Justin allowing himself to be completely vulnerable.

Your walls clenched around him as his thrusts increased in vigor, both of you sensing that the other was close. He let out a quiet hiss at the new sensation, “I’m—I’m close, but I won’t cum until you do.”

“Soon,” was all you could say before you cried out into one of his toned arms when he increased the tempo. “Oh fuck.”

Your bodies were basically morphing into one and you grabbed a handful of his hair as you reached your peak. It left your entire body buzzing.

He cleaned you up afterwards, running a bath for the two of you and wrapping you in his arms in his massive tub. Justin spent the rest of the night giving you tender kisses anywhere he could…and maybe a few more orgasms.

Best bye-week ever.

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[bluxb3rry]

❝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙

Jeongin x male reader!

he/him pronouns!

English is not my frist language!

Lowkey hate this one, idk, i don't like it...

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JeongIn was tired, he was sitting in his bed, looking at nothing in particular, just thinking about what to do that day, everyone was pretty much busy, doing their own things and Jeongin was actually free that day, bored.

It was Summer, and it was a rather hot day, he didn't feel like going out and doing stuff but there was nothing to do inside the house.

-aaaah im bored-

He could get something to eat, but what?, something cold for sure, but didn't feel like going somewhere.

-i'll just use the delivery-then he just looked for places, watch something nice, order some ice cream

and done...

-aaaaaah-

ding!

-yeeey-

When he went to the entrace for the ice cream, with still boredom in his head and only really thinking about eating ice cream while watching a random bad movie.

-hello!-

When he looked in front of him, he looked the most handsome man in the world, at least in his eyes [thoug im sure for everyone eyes], he was only in his uniform and had a kind smile in his face, he looked so kind and maybe Jeongin forgot how to talk for two second.

-h-hi-

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He doesn't remeber the embarrasing moment in front of the pretty boy beside that he was now in the couch, in front of the tv, looking at the ice cream he was eating...he wanted to see the pretty boy again, but it was gonna be quite weird ask ice cream after some minutes of having it, but at the same time he didn't wanna lose the sight of the pretty boy again.

-mmhp-he looked at the tv and the random scene of the random movie, he didn't even really liked it

He ate some ice cream, still looking at nothing and the sound of the Tv like atmosphere.

-and what is wrong with you?-a deep voice scared him a little, forgeting that he lives with other people

-aah, Felix-Hyung...hi-

-hi?-he looked at him weird-you oka-Oh you had ice cream?-he got close-any left?

-no...-

-dang it-

-...hey hyung, do you want me to buy more?-

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-seems a hot day for you!-you're sweet voice made Jeongin still nervouse

-haha, yeah, some of my friends wanted so yeah...-he voice became quieter the more he spoke, he needed to ask fast to the pretty boy.

-well here you have! i hope you have nice day!-

-canihaveyournumber???-okay maybe a little too fast

-um, excuse me?-

-eh, can i have your number?-he asked again

Now both guys looked quite red, one more than the other.

-...sure-

huh? it worked?

-hey why did you took so long?-Felix asked while taking the ice cream from him, already with a spoon and ready to eat a little

-im in love-

-what-

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[shegatsby]

The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world, mention of suicide. Men being predatory.

Words; 1.684K

A/N; Hi guys! I've been watching this show and i loved it so far and i want to take you guys on an adventure! Stay tuned for more. Let me know what you think. :) Smut in the future chapters ;)

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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter One- Introduction

‘’Hi sweet cheeks.’’ Y/N had to raise her head to meet the man who addressed her in a vulgar way, it was a soldier, she remembered him. Every week he would bring his uniform for a fixing up, she was a seamstress, that was her job in today’s new community. Her salary was few pieces of papers and it wasn’t enough, and this soldier knew that. She just smiled as usual, took the FEDRA uniform, it was obvious that he ripped that space on his own just to see her, ‘’Will be ready tomorrow.’’ FEDRA soldiers’ things had to be taken care of quickly, it was an unwritten law. ‘’Are you free after work?’’ he asked as if he had a chance, ‘’No, maybe next time.’’ She didn’t want to piss anyone off so she always refused with politeness. She knew what happens to the girls who make a huge scene, ‘’Hey! We’re waiting here.’’ The man behind the soldier said aggressively, the soldier turned to the man, ‘’You know I could arrest you for that right?’’ it was a rhetorical question, the man behind the soldier didn’t say anything more and the soldier left few papers on the table for her as money and left.

The man approached, she recognized him immediately. Him and few others were doing the hardest task here, cremation of the infected people. One could smell the smoke and burnt flesh every single day, from morning to night. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was nauseated every time she woke up, the man was middle aged, he had a worn out green button up shirt, blue jeans that looked older than her, he had a scarf on his neck it looked dusty and as soon as she realized it was the ashes of people he didn’t say anything and his big hand went to his neck to remove it and put it in his pocket, they were having a nonverbal conversation, she smiled, saddest smile he had ever seen in his entire life. Joel came to this seamstress often because he had old clothes –as did everyone- and he needed to keep them intact not because she had pretty eyes and a gentle manner. It was a rare thing in these days to talk to someone who is gentle and kind, a thing he missed the most…

He placed his old jeans, they were two. Joel noticed her eyes leaving his warm brown ones and to the soldier who was standing at the door of the building, ‘’Does he bother you?’’ Joel found himself utter the question in his mind out loud. It was too late now, ‘’Why do you ask?’’ she asked, because this world was cruel and these days if someone were to offer help they also expected a favor in return, with men, that favor usually was a private event and she didn’t want that, even though he was attractive…

Y/N took the jeans and looked at the places she had to fix, he shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Just wanted to help.’’

‘’I can hold my own.’’ She placed the jeans carefully at the back, his wandering eyes travelled on her body when she stood up, she had a long dress which covered her body but it was an old dress and it was obvious that she grew into it. He didn’t say anything else just left, didn’t forget to look at the name tag of that soldier.

She was  a hardworking woman and in order to earn her place in this new society she had to work hard. Under the dim yellow light she kept fixing clothes for hours, till her Y/E/C eyes got blurry and weary, till her hands started to shake. It was late night when she lifted her gaze from that middle aged man’s jeans that she was holding, he seemed nice but she wasn’t sure, this world thought her to be cautious. She finished her job and rubbed her eyes, she could hear the speakers saying something about curfew, she had to be quick to go to her home so she placed the clothes back to the dusty shelves, if she had time she was planning to clean the place but she had to be quick right now. She picked up her backpack and left the shop, her hands were shaking when she was locking up the place because she heard nasty things about what happens when FEDRA soldiers take citizens during curfew.

She threw the keys into her backpack and decided to use the back road to go to her home. Her sneakers were comfortable enough to climb the half broken wall, there was no one, and it was dark. The only source of light was the full moon, she knew it was full moon in Leo, things were intense lately because of it. Her mother and grandmother were into astrology and guided her when she was a child and after the world turned into a huge chaos she was managed to find books about astrology, no one needed books other than wiping their asses but she had a deep thirst for knowledge. She placed her feet to climb the wall when she heard two people talking. She stopped in her movements and focused, two men were talking about something… car battery, and drugs… she wasn’t suppose to be here.

She slowly backed away from the wall and turned, too bad her keys in her backpack made sound, ‘’Wait, someone is here.’’ One of the men said and she ran immediately.

The streets were surrounded by the soldiers, she had to run in the shadows, thankfully she got back to her place before someone saw her. She had to lay on the bed which was placed on the wooden floor to calm her racing heart. Everyday was a struggle, lately she got really bored of things, like she was fed up with the treatment she got, her life and the world’s situation. That ran sparked something in her, a curiosity which died during the night. She thought about suicide many times and those thoughts were occurring a lot more than she wanted. How would she do it? She didn’t have access to medicine so going peacefully wasn’t an option, she thought about jumping from her window, she had no gun so shooting herself also wasn’t an option but she had a lot of knives, and those knives were looking at you from the dusty kitchen counter… she had to clean her place soon. She was proud to say that her flat was the cleanest because she liked keeping things organized and shiny, when her neighbors see her cleaning her floors on her knees they silently judge her but she thinks that even if the world has come to an end there must be some rules to keep a civilized society. Her rules were simple;

Number one, be clean and organized. Always know where things are.

Number two, do not engage in any heated arguments. –she saw a man kill his friend because of disagreement.-

Number three, keep it low, do not attract attention.

Number three was hard to keep because she was a beautiful woman, she got attention from everywhere.

It was almost 3 at night and she had to be awake at 6 so she took off her clothes and slept.

Joel Miller had to be careful walking home, even though the deal he made with that soldier kept him some what safe he couldn’t rely on anyone. He reached his house safe and sound, closed the door silently and poured himself a drink. It was hard for him to sleep so he stood in front of his window and looked at the street, the grass was cracking the roads, the street lamps weren’t working for few days and it gave an almost literary view. His weary brown eyes went to across the street where she stayed. The first time he saw her was when she first transferred here, she was from a QZ where collapsed and there were few survivors, he remembered the day, the doors opened for them, Joel was on a lunch break, it was a sunny day. FEDRA checked them to see if they were infected or not. She was so silent, almost not wanting to attract any attention but it was impossible, he heard two soldiers suggesting disgusting things about her. He rolled his eyes in anger, her hands were in front of her, entwined, head low, eyes fixed on the sand ground. After that first day he kept seeing her, walking back home or leaving, helping elderly, he saw her carrying water to their houses. Whenever Joel heard her soft voice he couldn’t believe it, she was so calm and gentle while speaking that it seemed impossible to him, he even paid attention to caught her say something in anger or even curse but she didn’t she either kept the conversation short with those pervert soldiers or just listen to the person who was talking to her.

Sometimes he would see her getting food from cafeteria, he would unconsciously stand close to her and then realize what he was doing and back off, he didn’t know if she noticed or not but he never liked those men talking to her predatory, all these years he had to suppress his emotions down to survive but whenever he saw her there was this pressure on his chest, as if something is pushing his ribs, he didn’t want to dwell on it and focused on his work, the most devastating and saddest job in the new world. He had nightmares every night, nightmares had variety of scenarios but the theme was the same, death. He already lost his precious daughter and now his brother wasn’t returning his calls, he was hoping for the best but the boney grasp of death was on his thick neck, chocking his words.

He had to get out of here and find his brother before it’s too late but the thought of leaving her behind ate him up at night.

Thank you for reading. :)

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[aislynn-wiley1999]

Confessions of Whiskey and Wine

After the first Quidditch match of Year 7, Aislynn finds herself caught between two very drunk Slytherin boys.

Chapter 8 of 'Three Headed Serpent', full fic can be found here !

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drunken flirting, making out, groping, sexy dancing, aged up characters, drunken confessions and stupidity.

Word Count: 2.8k

Poppy and I are sitting in the stands, watching the Slytherin and Hufflepuff teams whiz by on brooms. I watch Sebastian, who is guarding the goal area, as he maneuvers back and forth on his broom. Imelda is all over the place, trying to outfly the Hufflepuff seeker as they search for the snitch.

“And another ten points for Slytherin!” the announcer shouts, half of the stadium erupting in a cheer. Poppy grumbles something about the Hufflepuff seeker not doing their job. 

“Remember our deal, Poppy. We win, you feed the cat for the whole week!” I shout over the noise. She shoves me playfully, but gives me a big smile as she does so. She turns back to the game, shouting along with the crowd. I decided to sit on the Hufflepuff side, betraying my house in order to sit with my friend.

I watch as Sebastian blocks a goal, throwing his arms up in triumph. My hands are the only ones clapping in this section, and I don’t do it for long. Frankly, I am ready for the game to be over. The October air has a bite, and the wind has picked up within the last ten minutes.

“The game needs to hurry up, it's starting to get cold and I do not feel like shivering in my coat for another twenty minutes,” I whisper into Poppy’s ear. She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by the announcer.

“Imelda Reyes has caught the snitch! Slytherin has won the match!”

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Slytherin’s did certainly mope when they lost quidditch, but when they won? Everyone became loud, drunk, and full of joy. The common room had exploded with music, people were dancing and drinking. A few people were gambling with cards and whiskey on one side of the room, and on the other people were making enough drinks to drown out the world. 

Imelda and I changed from our robes and uniforms into actual dresses, a far cry from the pressed shirts and skirts we wore most days. Without my long hair to cover it, my back was on display for all to see. I felt utterly and completely free.

“Let’s go, Wiley! I want enough whiskey and wine to forget my name,” Imelda says, dragging me along to the table of spirits. She pours a goblet full of wine for each of us, and then takes the bottle of fire whiskey and gives it a swig before passing it to me. I copy her movement, taking a large gulp. The warm liquid provides me with a welcome sensation, prompting me to take another swig. Imelda is laughing at me, and we walk away from the table towards the middle of the room. 

The goblet of wine in my hand makes its way to my lips, and a buzz fills my body as I drink. There is music playing, someone somewhere enchanted an instrument of sorts. Imelda is swaying nearby me, and I find myself doing the same. There is this enchanting feeling around me, but deep down I know that it is just the alcohol in my body. The two of us are swaying, swaying, swaying, as if we are under some sort of spell.

Before I even feel a body, I can feel his breath on my neck. Sebastian's hands touch my shoulders, prompting me to turn slightly. The wine in my goblet is almost gone, and I feel him whisper something to me about getting another drink. His words are slurred, his hair messed up and his cheeks are flushed pink. I let him steer me back towards the drinks. Instead of wine, I opt to pour whiskey into my glass and thin it with water.

“Drinking with a purpose tonight, Aislynn?” he asks, a messy grin plastered on his face. He is eyeing me in an odd way, a way I can’t decipher. I nod, smiling and drinking like a madwoman. “Let’s dance,” I tell him.

Sebastian needs no persuasion. He takes my free hand and moves us to the clear part of the room. There is this wild flurry of music, dark and dirty and swirling with strings. I feel him pressing against me as I move, our bodies in sync. It's both familiar and foreign, what we are doing.

I think I’m dancing with him in this way to distract myself. Perhaps I’m cruel, but being drunk and dancing with a friend in a way that is very friendly is bringing me a joy I have not felt in a long time. This is how I felt kissing the boy who worked at the pub in London over the summer. I felt wanted and seen, desired by another. And right now, I think that was what Sebastian wanted. To have someone want him. 

He is whispering into my ear, things I can’t hear, but it all feels so, so, so warm. His lips near my ear, the way his hands are holding my arms, how solid his body is. I’m convinced any man in this room could hold me and have this effect on me, I just want to be touched and known.

Someone across the room shouts something about being low on liquor, and in a moment of confusion and drunkenness, I speak up. “I’ll go get some from the kitchen!”

The room erupts in cheering and hollering at my offer. I am smiling and grinning, so happy and so needed at this moment by everyone. Everyone needs me, everyone wants my help, my alcohol, my presence, my body.

Sebastian leans down again towards my ear. “Do you want me t- to come… with you?” he says, slipping and slurring his words. His eyes are dazed and excited at the same time, his normal boyish charm replaced by something far more sinister than I am used to. So much so that it frightens me for a moment.

What have I implied?

Pressed bodies and roaming hands, and now I am thinking that he thinks I want more. I look at him, how he drunkenly stares at my lips and neck, and I am afraid for what comes in the morning when I must face him again.

“No,” I tell him, moving away from his touch. He holds onto one of my hands, staring at my chest. No, not my chest, but rather what is dangling there. 

His eyes stay fixed there. “I love that you wear my necklace,” he says, his voice laced with a sickeningly sweet venom. 

His necklace, except it was not really a symbol of him. The necklace with braille carved into it. I did not think much of it when I put the silver jewelry on, as it matched my dress more than the gold chain I had. And now that he has pointed it out, I think of no one but Ominis. How he touched the necklace and wore an odd expression when he did so, over a year ago in this very room.

I break away from Sebastian, my head spinning. “I need to get… more, um, wine,” I say, flustered by his tone. The way he looks at me, almost hungrily, sets me off. The room feels too small as I stumble out of it and head towards the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as I can. 

Walking, walking, walking down the hall. How dark it is now, how quiet. Except it isn’t quiet, no, I don’t think it is. I hear someone else in the corridor, someone else who is also stumbling near the kitchen. Stopping dead in my tracks, thinking perhaps I will be caught by a professor, I stand silent and still.

I hear the body again before I see it, stumbling against the wall and touching it for guidance. The tall thin body, the careful steps, normally perfect hair messed up and in his eyes.

It’s Ominis.

I don’t think I breathe as he steps nearer and nearer to me. He does not seem to notice the other body in his presence. His walking gives him away, showing that he is drunker than even I am. In one swift moment his movements betray him and he stumbles towards the ground.

I don’t think that, even with everything he has done to me, there is a world where I am so cruel that I would leave him there. I step towards him, touching his shoulder lightly. His head snaps up, face twisted with a knowing expression.

“Aislynn,” he purrs, dragging my name out like he doesn't want it to end. “I know it’s you. I can smell the smoke on your skin. You think I don’t know, but you smoke. Such a shame you do, I imagine it could ruin you if you do it for too long. How I would hate to imagine your beautiful face hardened and dirty from smoking. I try to imagine you, I really do. Sebastian has described you to me a number of times. I know your hair is long, almost always in a braid. I know it’s so light that it’s almost white. I know so much that you think I don’t know.”

My hands freezes on his shoulder, my mouth open wide. He is drunk. That is the only reason these words are coming out like this. Does he not know that my hair is short and jagged, all because of him? He is still babbling while I try to process my thoughts, my own mind spinning.

“I miss being near you. I miss how you smell like mint and lavender. I play the piano for no one now, did you know that? How I long to have you listen to me again. Did you ever try to play again? We could have played together, beautifully I am sure, with just a bit of practice. So, so beautiful.”

My mouth can’t come up with anything to say. I am watching him speak, his eyes closed as if he is trying to remember everything. Pulling him to his feet, I steady him.

“Ominis, listen to me. Go to your room, drink a big glass of water and drink a pain tonic so that your head won’t hurt too bad in the morning,” I say, directing him towards the common room. He reaches out to touch the wall, turning his head back once. 

“Please don’t leave me alone again, Aislynn,” he says, still drawing out my name. Before I can respond, he speaks again. “I miss you terribly.”

My mouth opens to respond, but my brain has not caught up yet. The room is practically spinning, the only thing keeping me grounded is the blonde boy in front of me who is spouting nonsense and drunkenly speaking at me in a way I’ve never heard. “Ominis, I think you need to go to bed. Stop saying things you’ll regret in the morning.”

He smiles, his face beautiful and cruel in the dark lighting. “I could never regret saying these things to you, Aislynn. I regret those other things, though.”

My cheeks flush hot. I know what he is referring to, and I do not want to have that conversation with him now or ever. “You need to go, Ominis. Leave me for now,” I say, firmly. I watch as he nods, his drunk smile still hanging from his lips.

“Good night, Aislynn. I will regret our parting,” he says, his voice still slurred and loud. I watch as he stumbles off, not wanting him to turn towards me again.

The hallway is closing in on me. The very air in my lungs is poison, I can hardly breathe. How does he expect me to respond to him when he speaks to me in this manner? Of course, he was not thinking with all of the alcohol swirling in his brain. The alcohol swirling in my head is not as confident as his, or perhaps I am not drunk enough.

Alcohol. That’s what I need right now. Not just for me, but for the dozens of drunk Slytherin’s waiting for me to bring some. The kitchen is right here, with no one watching the door. 

Slipping in with a stumble, I find a cabinet where cheap spirits are waiting to be stolen. Before collecting enough to drown the students, I open a half full bottle of vodka and take three heavy gulps. Now the warmth in me is all encompassing. I am flying, full of rage and sadness and lust for some unknown person.

Grabbing two bottles of whiskey and the remainder of the vodka, I bump my way out of the kitchen as quietly as possible in my current state. There is nothing but my thoughts to carry me back to the room.

I am sex, I am fire, I am as beautiful as a dove in the sky. My blood is whispering to me, whispering these filthy, dirty, things to me as I walk back to the common room. Telling me to fuck, to kill, to possess. Things I want to do right now, all of them, maybe all at once. 

The common room is too bright, too loud in comparison to the hallway. The room erupts in cheers when I emerge with the bottles of liquor. Imelda grabs them from me, whispering something I don’t know in the process. My face is hot, my cheeks feel like they are on fire. I don’t care, I feel so good. Better than I have ever felt. So much so that I barely remember the interaction I had with a blonde man in the hallway fifteen minutes ago.

Despite the state of me, I stumble towards the table of drinks again. I see that someone has added some wine, perhaps from a personal stash. I pour wine into a goblet, sipping the tart liquid. At this point, I don’t think I can get any worse. 

Imelda is dancing with a boy I don’t recognize, and I almost consider joining them when I see him sitting alone on a couch in the corner. I set my eyes on the brown haired boy, remembering how he moved against me before I left the room.

Sebastian looks almost as bad as me, but in a sense I have never seen him look more beautiful. His face is pink, freckles almost being illuminated. Messy hair and sweat on his face, probably from a combination of alcohol and dancing. I saunter over to him, having already decided to do something stupid. I needed to be wanted, and what better person to want me than him.

His eyes rake over me as I approach him, his legs spread wide as he sits with his back fully against the sofa. “There you are,” he slurs, offering a crooked smile. I bend down, my knees on the couch, and whisper into his ear.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” 

The boldness surprises both of us I think, as I feel a blush that goes all the way to my ears. He searches my face hungrily before nodding and standing with a wobble. I take his hand gently, leading him up the stairs that lead to the corridor of dorms.

Except I don’t go into my dorm. Or his. That is the one rule I have made for myself tonight, to not put a closed door between us and the people downstairs. Not if I want to face myself in the morning.

Halfway up the stairs, I feel his lips press onto the back of my neck. Shuddering, I find a corner for him to press me into. There is a mess of lips and teeth and saliva, mixed with our drunkenness and uncertainty. His hand comes up to hold my neck, our mouths fighting against one another with lust. 

“Let.. me take.. you to my.. room,” he says, panting against my mouth. I shake my head, and he attaches his lips to my neck with the manner of someone who is trying to convince another. “Better not do things we regret,” I say, halfing moaning.

He pulls back and looks at me. “We may regret not doing it,” he says, seeming suddenly solemn. I shake my head again, not able to speak. Sebastian looks at me, his eyes dazed and hazy with lust. Without another word, he nods and crashes his mouth to mine.

I let him do this. I let him put his tongue into my mouth with haste. He moans my name, and I let him. He palms one of my breasts, and I let him. At this moment, I feel wanted and needed. It was nice to be wanted by someone, even if I was not so sure about wanting him. 

Because I think, in this moment of drunken consciousness, the person I wanted was still stumbling around drunk in the hallway somewhere. That he was still thinking of me, of my smoke. That he still believed my hair was long and braided down my back.

That even though I hated him and the pain he caused me, I wanted him.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis x mc #canon divergence #angst

[thevirgincherry]

you’re such an incredible writer, baby <3 ddlg is something i genuinely love so much, just someone taking care of you, being so loving and thoughtful, i love both the sexual and nonsexual parts! and the dressing and brushing your teeth scene was so perfect, i love you so much <3

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younger chris was a little surprised at your confession, he’d never really heard of anything like this. sure—he has dabbled in different genre’s of porn but not once did he come across this. you play with the ruffles of your sweatshirt when you tell him, looking down at your fluffy socks as your face is hot with embarrassment. it’s not embarrassing that you have this mindset, just embarrassed with the thoughts of chris being your loving and sweet daddy.

he’s accepting, i mean, he’s seen a lot of shit, and this couldn’t compare. he’s more than willing to learn—he’s always been fond of taking care of someone, weither it be making claire lunch for school, or helping jill fix her hair, he loves the praise he gets when helping others. when he makes you bear shaped pancakes with chocolate chip eyes and whipped cream hair or when he gives you soft kisses on your stomach, the stars that float in your eyes are all worth the trouble. “i love you so much dada!”

he doesn’t like when it happens but he really doesn’t know what to do when you’re throwing crayons around and having a tantrum. he doesn’t even know how it started—maybe he made you eat something you don’t like, it was probably corn, nobody likes corn. or maybe the outfit he picked for you today wasn’t up to your standards, some days your picky, somedays you’re not. but chris has also had a long day, he hasn’t had the chance to change out of his uniform when he has you bent over his lap. he feels bad, so so bad, the cries you make are breaking his heart, but he knows he can’t spoil you forever.

the sting is obvious and the way you jump when he slams his big hands on your cheek is tearing him apart. it’s never a lot—twenty at most—you can handle more but the sniffles you make, make him stop prematurely. he’ll pick you up and give you the biggest kisses, all over your face, the scratch of his beard making you giggle through your stuffy nose. he’ll pet your pretty little cunt, make you cum a few times before stuffing you full, and make pure and sweet love to you. he’ll order your favorite food and watch that my little pony movie that he’s seen at least ten times. anything for his pretty little baby. “ah- you’re so big, daddy ..!”

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older chris is a little different. he’s unfortunately a lot more busy than he use to be—he doesn’t get to see his baby as often as he’d like. he remembers how absolutely destroyed you were when he told you he’d be gone for awhile on a mission, something about a guy and his kid—and mold, can’t forget about the mold. you kicked your feet and screamed, “it’s not fair!” you’d cry. even as he’s older, his love for being your caretaker never faltered—he takes severe happiness in having to take a break from his war lifestyle and come home to his pretty little baby. but, as he’s gotten older, he’s realized that in order to have a good baby, discipline is important.

he’d be very careful of his punishments before, one was given maybe once a month, sometimes when you were pushing his luck, he’d put on a show you both loved and distracted you from your exaggerated anger—but as time goes on, he comes to understand that he can’t do that forever. you cry and stomp your feet, “it’s not fair!” you say again, and he’s had enough.

he was already annoyed with the duration of this mission. why does it be him? why can’t they call leon? he’s not doing anything anyways. he wants to be home, his pretty baby sat in his lap, and play the frills of their skirt. but instead, he has to go save some guy from his own trouble.

he’s had enough as you scream again, he has you over his lap in an instant, your skirt is hiked up and his hand comes down without warning. you’ll never get use to it, it seems like he’s gotten a little bigger since last time, and you cry and shake as he continues. it’s never twenty anymore, it’s thirty, maybe even forty. he’s not as patient as he use to and you need to learn. “you earned this baby, always gotta act up.” he still feels bad though—even as a old man, he frowns slightly at the sound of your sniffles. it’s why he’s never made it to fifty.

he’s still a softie, he’ll rub your little butt and give you a kiss on your cheek—just one, that’s all you get. you’re punishment isn’t over, it’s not as easy as before. he’ll drag you on his cock, he doesn’t take the time to warm you up—the slick gushing down his thighs is hint enough. chris runs out of stamina easier than he use to but whenever a punishment arises, it’s like he’s twenty five again. he’ll cum inside you over and over again—until he gets that pain in his chest that lets him know that he needs to tap out. he’s a softie, he’ll always make sure you’ve came as many times as him, and it’s obvious when you’re slumped over him. “so- so much, daddy..”

he’ll clean you off and wait for you to wake before explaining his mission in detail. he’ll never leave his baby on purpose and you can call him every night. he’ll send you texts to remind you to eat and take those vitamins gummies—even if the grape ones are gross. “make sure you take them baby, they’re good for ya.”

young and old chris have something in common.

they love their baby so much.

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i swear younger and older chris were supposed to be the same length but i got carried away :( sorry if it’s too long! your writing style is so nice, the references you make and the way you display the characters thoughts and include characters who may not be in the fic itself but are still mentioned are so captivating! i’ve been writing a lot more because ur so inspiring :3 thank u for ur talent baby! 🫶 - 🕺

FIRST OF ALL,, thank you sososooso much :( you’re too sweet to me literally ughhhh kicking my feet n blushing

ddlg w younger chris ughhgg he’s still learning, too sweet ab it, lets you get away with too much, fumbles over himself a lot and lets you off easy. half the time he forgets the rules he set out bc you bat your lashes so pretty at him, then you’re staying up past midnight and waking up so incredibly grumpy. UGHHHH AND THEN OLDER CHRIS he’s even more tender now, knows how to actually be a daddy, how to take care of you, how to implement the right rules n do things the way you like, both spoils you and makes sure you behave :3 THIS IS SOOOO GOOD ANON I WILL EAT U UGHHGV

#inbox 💌 #🕺 anon

[diesoonandsuffer]

I FINISHED TNG!

please clap.

i never actually did an update on my thoughts post since season 3, so i figured before i watched the movies i'll do a summary of my thoughts on the show.

first off it apparently took me over a year to finish it since i started in july of 2022, and it's now august of 2023. this isn't because i didn't like it or anything, i just kept doing other stuff and unlike with tos, i wasn't watching it WITH someone, so i wasn't on a schedule of any kind. however i did enjoy the show, i grew to like the characters quite a lot and i was invested in their stories. it was definitely a different vibe to tos, while tos is quite episodic, campy, and a bit dated, tng is less campy, a bit less episodic, and slightly less dated lol. it did kind of annoy me that we would start to get these longer arcing plots and then they would be abandoned or forgotten. for example at the beginning of the show it seemed like riker and troi were going to have a lot more "drama" in the show but nothing really happened with them, and then at the very end of the show they put her with worf and don't really explore that fully. i don't just mean romantic pairings but that's an example of what i mean. there was also just a general quality difference in episodes, maybe it was more noticeable here than in tos since tng was longer, but towards the end of the show in particular we got really good episodes followed by quite shit ones. by the time the show ended i didn't really feel like it was ready to end, if that makes sense. i feel like it was always toeing the line between being episodic and being a show with long plots. in general -- was fun. i had a good time. i've forgotten a lot from the beginning but oh well.

here i'll give my thoughts on the characters since that's what i used to do. in no particular order:

picard: i really don't have many strong opinions about him, some episodes he definitely was more entertaining than others. i think i would have liked to see him fail more often because generally he seems too capable at times. i do enjoy the rare moments where he loosens up. despite the longer screentime he had i weirdly feel like he has less depth than kirk? let me know if this is a crazy take but i don't feel like picard is a particularly complicated man, he doesn't seem like he has a lot of inner turmoil or conflict about things, meanwhile kirk is going through it at all times. not to constantly compare the two but. well, i just did

troi: the most beautiful woman in the world i'm such a whore when i look at her. when she got a real uniform i whooped and hollered and when she become a COMMANDER bitch?!?!?! i really do wish they did more with her character she had sooooooo much potential with being half-betazed and they never really give it the exploration it deserves, they use it when its convenient and forget when it isn't. i feel like if we had gotten one more season she could have really shined but they were like i know let's spend the last couple of episodes we have with her making her date worf i guess. also why did they give her mom so much trauma. that wasn't nice.

worf: i grew to like him more and more as the show went on, like whenever i would realize the episode i was watching was going to be a worf-focused episode i would get excited. he's one of those unintentionally funny characters which makes him entertaining, but i also find it interesting seeing the way he balances his klingon heritage with his role as a starfleet officer. i love how much he loves being a klingon, and how he always wants to teach other people about it and let them, in turn, learn more about him. he cares deeply and he tries hard even if he doesn't get it right. i know he's in ds9 so i'm happy to see more of him when i finally get to that

riker: we didn't get enough of him tbh. it felt like there would be multiple season gaps between his solo episodes. like for someone who is the first officer he didn't feel very relevant to the show, they stopped caring about his character after a while. he would have maybe a small arc in certain episodes but he was mostly there because he had to be? maybe the sporadic way i watched is effecting my memory on this. but i really like him, i think he's funny and i like his rogue tendencies.

geordi: we also didn't get enough of geordi. i love him but i feel like i barely know anything about him. but i love how genuinely kind and caring he is, and he's also in the scotty position of "the ship would fall apart without him" i feel like every episode picard would be like geordi fix this! help! also i wish he would have kissed the android.

data: hey it's the android. i love this dude. however i am getting a little overexposed to the dude and i know the movies are only going to continue that. idk why by s6-7 they were like "we're out of ideas for data. what if he liked killing and hurt his crewmates and was maybe evil" which is so lazy. like it would all somehow get resolved by the end and everyone would just move on like data wasn't a genocide machine two minutes ago. the finale reminded me of the way data used to be, where he would constantly ask people questions and say obvious things, and i realized i really missed that. he has dreams and shit now he's not really as compelling. he's been a human to me from day 1 so they didn't need to do all that. however brent spiner continues to be very funny.

beverly: um she certainly was there. don't get me wrong i like her but i feel like i never had any strong attachment to her. she didn't get many solo episodes and the last one i can remember (with the fucking. ghost?) was not good. yeah i can't really think of anything else to say. she's fine.

wesley: ok i know he like left the show after a certain point but i would be remiss to mention again that his arc did not end in a good way and he should get to take a NAP why does he have to keep being SO SPECIAL. also why does anyone ever hate this kid he was like 12 he literally was so non offensive to the show. but i did really like every time he came back after wil wheaton left i feel like wesley brings a new perspective to the show that is needed.

honorable mention ro laren: she's my icon right now so i feel like i have to mention her. i would have loved to see more of her in the show, i found her character really compelling and complex. i liked how she was always a bit of a bitch. i'm on the fence of how i feel about her arc ending, i feel like the episode with geordi and the one where she was turned into a kid both were made to help her feel more like the enterprise could be a home for her. they didn't give me much reason to believe otherwise? i don't care about her leaving, i liked that both her and wesley left starfleet even if the show didn't have the time or capacity to explore it, but i didn't fully believe her reasoning. but i loved every time she was there.

i have probably forgotten. many things. i was in the sun all day and maybe have heat exhaustion. but i'm starting generations in like 10 minutes and i realized i needed to make this post before i watched it. thank you for coming along on this year-long journey of me watching tng. we did it boys

#when i finish the movies i'll be able to follow people who post tng stuff #then i can add my thoughts to those posts as they come up #for now have the brain soup #tng lb #tng #sam's thots

[sugdenlovesdingle]

PS I love you (AO3)

written for @tarlosweeklyprompts word of the day: Letter

TK gets a letter from Gwyn on his wedding day

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TK never really understood when people called their wedding day the best day of their lives. Sure, he supposed it would be a good day, and definitely one to remember… but the best? That just seemed over dramatic.

That was until his own wedding day.

He’s married now. Officially mister Tyler Kennedy Strand – Reyes. The new name is kind of a mouth full and he overheard his dad ordering his new uniform and explaining that yes that really is the name, and yes he knows it’s long, but yes it still has to go on the shirt.

He knows it’s supposed to be a surprise for when he goes back to work after the honeymoon, and he’ll be sure to act surprised when he gets it, but he’s already picturing himself wearing his new name on his chest.

The reception is in full swing and everyone is enjoying themselves. Carlos is dancing with his sister, TK himself had danced with Andrea earlier, and he’s pretty sure he hasn’t stopped smiling since he woke up that morning.

And he can say without a doubt, it’s the best day of his life.

“Hey husband.” Carlos sits back down next to him and kisses him while entwining their fingers.

TK smiles and looks down at their hands, giving himself a minute to admire their carefully selected wedding bands.

“Hi husband. We did it. Finally.”

“We did.” Carlos replies. “Are you happy?”

“Never been happier.”

“Same here.”

“Even though we didn’t get the perfect wedding at our dream venue?”

“I don’t care. I got to marry you, that makes it a perfect day.” Carlos vows and emphasises his words with a kiss.

“Yeah? So this is better than your first wedding?” TK asks, doing his best to keep a straight face.

Carlos groans and drops his head on his shoulder.

“Don’t. You know that wasn’t anything like this. I was so unhappy back then.” He sighs and stares at their guests on the dancefloor. “It was just me and Iris at city hall and the mail guy and a cleaner as witnesses.”

“I know baby, I was just messing with you.” TK says and kisses the top of his head.

“I just want to forget about that day. This is the only wedding worth remembering. The only one that counts.” He lifts his head and grabs two glasses of sparkling cider from the table in front of them, handing one to TK. “To us.”

TK clinks his glass against Carlos’ and takes a sip.

“To us. To our future.”

They sit and watch their friends and family enjoy themselves for a while.

Paul is twirling Tommy’s twins around the dancefloor, Wyatt is dancing with Carlos’ sister, Enzo and Judd are entertaining the kids in a quieter corner, while Grace is dancing with Nancy and Marjan, and Iris and Mateo are in the middle of a very serious looking conversation.

“Have you seen my dad anywhere?” TK asks, scanning the room for a sign of Owen.

“I saw him dancing with my mom earlier I think.” Carlos replies, finding it hard to look anywhere but at his new husband. “I’m sure he’s fine. I bet he’s just outside getting some air.”

“Yeah.” TK agrees and lets Carlos lead him back to the dancefloor. He lets himself get lost in the music and Carlos’ embrace.

Later, when the party is starting to die down and Carlos is talking to Paul, TK goes in search of his father and finds him outside with Buttercup.

“Here you are. I was beginning to think you’d left already.”

“Of course not. I never leave a party early, especially not my son’s wedding.”

TK smiles and sits down, scratching Buttercup behind his ears.”

“So why are you out here on your own then?”

“Oh I just took Buttercup for a quick walk. It’s a nice night so we stayed out here and watched the stars for a while.”

“Dad…”

“No, I’m ok TK. I’m happy you’re happy. I’m happy you just married this amazing guy who, lets be real, worships the ground you walk on.”

The smile on TK’s face gets even bigger.

“The feeling is mutual. I don’t know what I did to deserve him… but he’s mine now and I’m never letting him go.”

“Good. What you two have is special. You need to hold onto that. Unlike what me and your mother did.”

“What do you think mom would say about today?” TK asks after a while.

Owen smiles.

“She’d be so happy and so proud. Just like I am.” He says and takes something out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “This is from your mother. I’m not sure when she wrote it… but she left it to me to give to you on your wedding day.” He hands TK an envelope. “Do you want me to go get Carlos?”

“No… that’s ok.” TK says, turning the envelope over in his hands. It’s a plain white envelope with his name written on it in his mother’s familiar handwriting. Nothing special but at the same time the most precious gift he’s been given all day.

“I wasn’t sure when to give it to you… or if I should give it to you today at all.” Owen admits. “I didn’t want to ruin your wedding. You’ve been so happy all day.”

“I still am.” TK assures him. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I just… wasn’t expecting this.”

“Your mother always was full of surprises.” Owen says with a wistful smile. “Do you want me to leave you alone while you read it?”

TK shakes his head and carefully opens the envelope, letting its contents drop in his lap. He picks up the letter and quickly scans it.

“She wrote this when she took me to California. For rehab.”

Dear TK.

My sweet boy.

If you’re reading this, that means today is your wedding day. It’s your wedding day and everything turned out alright.

I just had to leave you at the airport. We flew across the country to get you the help you need, and I know, deep down, you want this as much as I do. It will be hard but sweetheart, I know you can do it.

I hope that today, when you read this, you’ll look back on today, the day I’m writing this, and think of how far you’ve come.

I hope you’ve found an amazing man who loves you the way you deserve to be loved. Someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone good and honest. Someone you can rely on and who relies on you in return. Someone who will put you first. Your best friend.

Someone who will get up a little earlier to make you coffee. Someone who will watch your favourite movie with you and listen to your commentary. Someone who will teach you how to cook a real meal, because darling, you can’t live on firehouse food forever.

But most of all, I hope that when you read this, you’re happy. That you’re living the life you deserve and that all of this is just a bad memory. I know you can do it sweetheart.

The rest of your life starts today.

 Mom X

PS: I love you.

TK wipes at his eyes as he rereads the letter.

“I love you too mom.” He whispers. “I wish you were here.” His hand goes to his neck and he pulls out the star of David necklace Carlos had given him as an early wedding present a few days ago. He’d had it made out of a brooch his mom used to wear and it had become one of TK’s most prized possessions.

“She’s always here.” Owen says and puts a hand over his heart. “And I’m sure she’s looking out for you from up there.”

TK gives him a watery smile and goes to put the letter back in the envelope, only to find another note in there.

My sweet boy,

It’s the middle of the night right now, and I’m looking up at the Texas sky while your father’s dog sleeps at my feet. A lot has happened recently, and I’m flying back to New York in a few days. But despite everything going on, I leave knowing you’re alright.

I met your Carlos for the first time a few weeks ago, and darling, I don’t think you know it yet, but I’m sure you’ve found the one.  

I see the way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when you walk in the room. The way he puts up with me and your father just so he can be near you.

I see the way you smile when he’s around, or even when someone mentions his name. I haven’t seen you smile like that in so long and I’ve missed it.

If your father followed my instructions you’re reading this on your wedding day, and I hope it’s the best day of your life. I think I know who your groom will be and I think he will make sure you’ll be smiling so much your cheeks will hurt by the end of the day.

I know you’ve had your heart broken and I know opening it up again can be scary, but I believe Carlos will cherish it the way he cherishes all of you.

If I can’t be there in person, don’t be sad. Think of the good times we shared and know I’ll always be with you, no matter what.

Happy wedding day sweetheart.

Mom X

PS: I love you.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #twpmarchdailyword #tk strand #carlos reyes #this might make you cry #sorry not sorry

[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

Dear Frankie, Chapter Six

Summary: It’s Tom and Molly’s wedding. For the first time you are a plus one…a plus one to the perfect man.  The wedding was going great, everything falling into place for it to be a night to remember.  Only it’s a nice that you would rather forget.  Words: 5587 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there.  Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have.  But it's fan fiction and there are no rules.  While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this.  This story had come to be from that photo of Pedro in the white suit for the NYC premiere of Massive Talent. It made me think of an Angel, then talking with @tauralmie  kinda came up with this idea of a story where what if one deployment Frankie didn’t come home, and you had been dreaming of him so much, you see him wearing that white suit. That is how this little series was developed. 

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

-July 2012-

It was the first time you were a plus one at a wedding, and it was the first time in a long time you were excited for a wedding. You had promised Frankie that morning after that you were done with tequila. You and José Cuervo were over, it was a tough break up but you know he’ll make it through. 

You watch as Frankie fidgets with his tie again trying to make it perfect. He hated wearing his dress uniform, but you have to admit he looked beyond handsome and already earned many ribbon bars despite not being in the service for very long. His expert pilot skills have done him well. 

You just finished tying the strap of your gold butterfly heels and walked over to him standing in front of the mirror of your shared hotel room. A hand on his shoulder “here baby let me help you” you say softly and he turns to face you 

“I hate this fucking tie…if it wasn’t Tom’s wedding I could wear a normal suit” he huffs 

Because it was his officers wedding, and since Tom was active duty military the dress uniform was a must. The dark green suit, paired with matching dress pants. A lighter green shirt and a black tie. Black shoes, Frankie was able to convince Tom to forego the hat. Morales was written on a black bar name tag placed on the left of his broad chest, your eyes roam over those broad shoulders wondering what he might look like on your wedding day. Would he still be active duty, would he be retired…does he even want the marriage thing?

“Don’t get me wrong, you look good in your normal suit” you smile as your fingers work their magic, tying his tie “but this suit…it’s doing something for me” 

“Shut up” he rolls his eyes, his hands hold your hips “but let’s talk about this…the dress, is it new?” 

It was indeed new, shades of purple pansies midi dress. The dress stops just below your knees showing off your toned calves. The thin straps of fabric criss-crossing in the back, the knot rests on your lower back. The dress showed off just enough in the front to be respectful, where the back showed much more skin.

“It is, wanted something special for a special day…but really this suit. You look really handsome” you kiss his cheek 

“Thank you,” he wraps his arms around you pulling you into a hug “oh oh before I forget, I have something for you” 

He lets go of you quickly and you watch him move to his duffle bag. Opening it up and pulling out a small red bag he turns back towards you. The bag looks so small in his large hands, he stops in front of you holding the bag out for you. You take the bag by the little black strings and carefully remove the white tissue paper, finding a velvet box inside 

“Frankie,” you gasp in shock, “what is this?” 

When I looked inside that little bag the last thing I expected to see was a little black velvet box. My heart nearly stopped when I saw that.  I don’t think I could stop my hands from shaking when I took that little box out.  Frankie Morales, you always find a new way to take my breath away.  I will never understand how or why I deserve someone like you.  But I am so happy that you ran into me that day.

You were shaking when you pulled out the box and set the bag on the dresser next to you. Frankie’s hand covers yours holding the box. “Breathe Estrella…breath” he helps calm you down. You open your eyes and look down at the box that the two of you open together.  Inside the box, a silver helicopter charm. A silver chain with it, your hands start to shake even more the longer you look at it and take in all the details.  One of the large blades of the helicopter has his name, F. Morales written in elegant cursive. Another one of the blades has the date you two met.  The next blade is your nickname for him, Tu Pescado and the last blade is the name he has been calling you…Mi Estrella. The thought behind each blade had tears forming in your eyes. His hands quickly cup your face and his thumbs wiping away the tears before they have a chance to fall. 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry” he smiles

“And you claim you don’t do the romance thing” you stare at the necklace a little longer before looking up at him “Frankie, this is…I don’t even have the words for it” 

“I was hoping it would be ready for your birthday, but the engraving took a little longer then expected” his hands still hold your face 

“Frankie, it's perfect.  Thank you, will you…” before you can even finish the question he is nodding his head yes picking up the delicate piece of jewelry from your shaking hands. You turn and lift your hair off your shoulders as he puts the necklace on you. Your fingers hold the charm. You don’t know what you did to have this man be a part of your life but you were happy he was.

Tom’s actual brothers were his two grooms men. It was a smaller wedding, you sat towards the back with Frankie and the guys. Will brought Chole while Santi and Benny were planning on finding a nice girl at the wedding. Your hands resting in your lap when Frankie reaches over taking one of yours with his. He brings the back of your hands to his lips. He laces his fingers with yours and sits them on his thigh as the wedding begins. 

Hearing Molly talk about missing Tom while he was away, but making the most of the time they had together. How she promised to love him through it all. Despite the distance and the worry they were stronger now than ever before. How she is honored to carry his last name. It got you thinking even more if this exact moment would be in your future with Frankie. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking at you. Eyes taking in all of your features, as if he is trying to take a picture in his mind of this moment and you can’t help but wonder if he is thinking the same thing as you. 

The Best Man speech and Maid of Honors speeches had been done, the dinner finished and the dancing had begun. You and Frankie found your own little area on the dance floor, away from most of the dancing couples, your own slice of Heaven on a corner in the dance floor.  Frankie keeps looking over towards the DJ every few moments as if he was expecting a song to play. “So, I normally don’t take requests during my wedding playlist but this was a special request and something that I had a hard time saying no to.  So everyone grab your partner and make your way for a doe-see-doe on the dance floor” Frankie’s smile’s widens and pulls you in close.

“Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots…” he sang into your ear his arms wrap around your waist, spinning the two of you “I was the last one you thought you’d see there” his lips brushing over your ear with each word sending shivers down your spine

‘Frankie…” you pull your head back to look at him

“Honey…we may be through but you’ll never hear my complaaaaain” he smiles as everyone around the two of you start to chime in with the first chorus. “You said you wanted to hear me sing” he tells you before quickly kissing your forehead. His lips linger just a bit longer, his hands sliding up your body and along your arms reaching for your hands. 

You can’t help but smile, Frankie always found a new way to make you fall in love with him. He takes a step back still holding on to your hands, raising them up and spinning you he brings your back to him. Arms crossed in front of your body, hands still linked together, the two of you sway to the music. You seemed to be in your own little Heaven not caring about the line dancing going on around you, 

Frankie wrapped around you his chin resting on your shoulder, kissing just below your ear “Well I guess I was wrong, I just don’t belong” he sighs and you lean your head against him, his  arms tightening just a bit around you. 

You pull a hand away from his, and cup his face. Thumb rubbing along his jaw as your fingers find his hair “Well, I’ll be as high as that ivory tower…” you sing with him 

“I’ve got friends in low places…” the two of you sing together and you bring your lips closer to his waiting for him to close the distance, which he happily does. His grip loosens and you turn your body to face him. Fingers threading through his hair. You smile against his lips, pulling away he runs his nose along the side of yours 

“I love you” no matter how many times he utters those words. Three simple words that make your heart flutter like it’s the first time you're hearing him say them. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, “I love you too” you say before kissing him again. His arms wrapping around you and picking you up spinning you around on the dance floor. No matter the situation Frankie was always finding a way to make you feel like you're the only two in the world. 

“All right, all right…it’s that time of the night I would like to invite all the ladies to the dance floor, and Mrs. Davis to the front of the room. It’s about time we find out who the next lucky lady is” the DJ comes over the speakers 

Benny pats Frankie on the back as your fingers slowly slip from his. You can hear him mutter something to him as you make your way to the center of the dance floor, Molly making direct eye contact with you. She winks before turning around, “one…two…three…”

I used to think this part of the wedding was stupid. I never believed that catching the bouquet meant that you were next in line. I don’t even know if this is something that you want. Do you want marriage? Do you want the family life…speaking of family, do you want babies?

Molly was standing directly in front of you, when the bouquet was tossed all the other ladies stepped to the side, it was almost as if you were Moses and the seas had parted. The flowers landing directly in your outreached arms. You had been too focused on the flying flowers to notice that no one was even around you. You can hear a few men holler with excitement, turning to Frankie to see his checks start to flush and his friends clap with giddyness. You smile and wave the flowers at him shrugging your shoulders. 

Soon the men had swapped places with the women. Molly is sitting on a chair as Tom’s head is under her dress, the two of them having fun while he ‘searches’ for her garter belt wrapped around her thigh. Tom finally emerges with the black lace in his teeth. Every clapping when he stands up. You see him look at you. With a devilish smirk on his face he lines up his hands like a slingshot aiming directly at Frankie. The thin piece of fabric flies towards his face, Frankie snatching it out of the air. An awkward smile falls upon his face

“Looks like someone is gonna have to buy a ring…” Pope chuckles patting him on the back 

Frankie glances over at you, and you can’t help the small smile on your face. It’s the same smile that always appears when he looks at you, “shut up, man” Frankie grumbles 

“You know it’s a must. She has the bouquet you have the garter…it’s like a done deal” Benny chimes in punching his shoulder 

“I said shut up, it’s not like she’s gonna wanna marry me anyways” he groans looking at the massive weight in his hands “she’s gonna realize she can do better” he shoves the thing in his pocket and shakes off Popes hands 

“Fish, she’s cra…..” Pope starts 

“I said, leave it” 

You make your way over to the group who falls silent as you arrive. Tom and Molly are already there, all in on a little secret you wish you knew. You can tell Frankie is having an inner battle with himself. His eyes darting around the room, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Yay nervous tick you’ve picked up on. You give Molly a hug and tell them both congratulations on a beautiful wedding. Wrapping your arm around Frankie. His body tense. You place a hand on his stomach, and look up at him “hey…” you say softly

He doesn’t respond, you move your hand up. He finally looks at you. “Hey…you wanna…”

“Yes” he says before you can even finish your sentence. 

He takes your hand and all but drags you out of the dance hall. Bobbing and weaving through the people, before he finally comes to a stop at the elevator. He pushes the call button over and over as if the more he pushes it the faster it will come. His fingers still locked with yours, groaning with the elevator takes its sweet time arriving. “Come on…come on” you can hear him mutter under his breath. The ding to signify the arrival, “fuck finally” he says as the doors slide open. 

A mother and her two children exit the elevator, you smile at the little girl in pigtails when your arm is pulled and you stumble into the elevator. Frankie punches floor 7 and the little arrows that close the door. The doors slide close and before you can say something Frankie’s lips are on yours. A frantic kiss, the total opposite of the way he usually kisses you. The normal precision and calculated moves are all teeth and tongue. You have to pull away to try and catch your breath. As you do his mouth moves to your neck. 

“Frrraaaaaank,” you moan as he nips at your pulse point “mmmmm. Frankie” the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. Frankie pulls away quickly. Moving to stand next to you and a couple steps on to the elevator. 

He laces his fingers with yours. You can feel his foot tapping impatiently. The elevator moving at a snail's pace for him. The light for floor 7 illuminates and the doors slide open. Frankie moves out of the elevator pulling you with him. The moment you exit and the doors close behind you, his hand moves to wrap around you. Pushing you up against the wall, a hand on your waist as the other pushed up against the wall trapping you there. Your hands hold onto the lapels of his jacket. The kiss is less frantic, this kiss more like the practiced dance the two of you have perfected. Pulling away, and quickly pecking your lips before resting his forehead against yours. 

“I…I love…you” he pulls away just enough to look at you. 

If you didn’t believe his words, you could see it in his eyes. His eyes looking at you like you put the stars in the night sky, that you are the key for any locked door, and the light in his darkness. You close the distance, lips finding his. The hand he placed on the wall releases, fingertips ghosting over your arm as he searches for your wrist. Wrapping his long fingers around it, he moves your hand around his neck before he places his hand on your waist. Doing the same motion with the other arm. He leans back just enough to lift your feet slightly off the ground. You pull back just enough to feel him nod against your head. His hands move just a little lower, you lift your legs to wrap around his waist. 

He walks you a short distance down the hall to your room. A hand letting go of you as he reaches into his pocket for the room key, his fingers brush over the garter belt that he shoved in his pocket earlier. Pulling out the card the garter belt falls to the ground and you can feel him fumble with the key trying to slide it into the card slot. You release one leg from his waist, tiptoes finding the ground before you place your foot down. Removing the other leg, you pull away. Your hand reaching behind you to find his and gently remove the card from his shaking hands. 

Turning around in his arms you slide the key into the reader and the little light turns green. You turn the handle of the door and push it open. Steeping inside, you hold the door open for Frankie who follows you in. You look down and notice the garter belt and bend down to pick it up. Frankie’s already at the closet hanging up his jacket and ripping his tie off, turning to face you with the garter belt twirling around your fingers. 

“You wanna talk?” you ask having a small idea that this is what was bothering him 

“No” he says, closing the distance between you quickly. Taking the thin lace fabric from your fingers and dropping it to the ground. His lips on yours and guiding you back towards the bed 

I don’t know what happened Frankie, I don’t know if it was the bouquet toss, or the garter belt. But I’ve been to enough weddings to know that it doesn’t always play out that way. Of course I’d be lying to you if I said my heart didn’t skip a beat when you were the one to get the garter belt, but there’s also something that tells me that this was all part of some elaborate plan.  Frankie, I love you, and of course I’d want to spend the rest of our lives together.

His lips on yours and his fingers find the thin string pulling it gently and unting the back of your dress. His fingers move to the thin fabric holding your dress up, sliding the fabric down. His lips move to your neck and you gasp as he sucks on your pulse point. Threading your fingers into his hair you sigh his name. Causing him to smile against your skin. 

“Are…you…are you…” you breathe out “sure?” 

He lifts his head, eyes dark brown and full of lust. He licks his lips and he nods. “You know I love you…” he says and you nod “…and you love me right?” 

“I do…” you respond, those words holding more meaning then you knew 

His nose trails along your neck, then along the curve of your jaw. Lips placing a kiss near your ear, “then let me take you to bed” he whispers “mi Amor” those words send a shiver down your spine and you nod your head 

“Ooo…” your heart races “ok” you voice is shaky 

He pulls back, his hands moving to slide off your dress. You both continue to look into each other's eyes as your dress falls to the ground. You take a deep breath, suddenly realizing just how exposed you were. He could see your body language change as his eyes roam down your naked body back up to you. You cross your arms over your stomach trying to hand as much of yourself as you could. He shakes his head and takes your hands, pulling them forward slightly for you to step out of the dress “you are so beautiful” 

You smile shyly at his comment, your eyes looking down. His places his fingers under your jaw tilting it back up so you are forced to look at him, “beautiful” he says again. Leaning in to kiss you. 

Slowly, every touch of his fingers, brush of his tongue over your lips sets your body on fire.  Your hands move to his chest, carefully trying to unbutton his shirt. With each button you move closer to the bed, when you slide the fabric off his broad shoulders, and down his large muscular biceps he gingerly lays you down onto the mattress. He tugs on your bottom lip as he pulls away. “Mmmmm” you sigh. He pushes himself off the bed reaching for his belt buckle. Unhooking the dark belt, and pulling it through the loops. You watch every movement he makes. As the belt hits the ground he reaches for your right foot, uniting the strappy butterfly on your heels and dropping it to the ground, kissing the top of your foot and then your ankle before moving to the left. Repeating the same steps as before, you can feel the goosebumps grow over your skin when his lips ghost over your skin

“Move up the bed,” he nods towards the pillows, he undoes the button holding his pants together and slowly unzips them, his pants fall to the ground leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs, the bulge beginning for him to release him. 

You do as Frankie asks, biting your lip in anticipation.  His fingers sliding into the waistband of his boxers, he bends over as he slides the fabric down his legs, standing back up. His cock at full attention, you didn’t have much to go on but Frankie was thick and long.  It’s not like you haven’t seen a penis before.  You’ve watched porn before, and there was that one time you accidentally walked in on Tyler, Heather’s Fiance…now husband, taking a shower.  Your heart starts to race and you begin to panic on how it is even going to fit, if he was going to fit and how painful this was going to be. 

He crawls back up the bed, like a lion hunting his prey.  His eyes locked onto you, spreading your legs to make room for him as he makes his way up the bed. His lips are on yours before you can say anything. 

To say I was panicked, was a bit of an understatement. Frankie, you knew exactly what you were doing.  I wondered if you knew just how big you were.  I am sure women have told you that before, and I was scared if I was even going to be able to take you, to make you happy.

You can feel the tip of his cock pressed up against you, and he breaks the kiss. Moving to his forearm to hold his weight off you, the other hand stroking himself and sliding the tip between your folds, “you have to tell me if I’m hurting your, if you want to stop…anything” his voice so much deeper than you’ve ever heard him speak before. You nod your head, fingers finding the chain of his dog tags that dangle above you, “Estrella, I need you to hear you say you understand, use your words ok. You say stop, we stop” 

“Ok, Frankie…” you reply nodding your head again, and pulling the chain around his neck back towards you, leaning up just enough to meet his lips 

His lips don’t leave yours as he begins to push in, you turn your head and cry out in pain. He slips and his hips meet yours as his cock slides up your mound. “Sorry” you choke out “try…try again?” 

He stares at you for a moment, leaning down to kiss the tears from your eyes. Asking are you sure without ever saying the words. You nod your head and he realigns himself again. You try to relax your body, try to hide the fear you know he can sense while he teases you ever so gently. Beginning to push in again, he pushes into you, biting your lip. He watches as you close your eyes, eyebrows scrunched together. You want to tell him to stop, but you also want to try again. He gets the tip in before pulling out, shaking his head. The feeling of pathetic, and sad washover you as you cover your face and start to sob. 

Frankie doesn’t know what to do, he hasn’t had this happen since he was 15 and his first time. He groans as he rolls away from you. It wasn’t you, he didn’t mean to make it sound like it but, his dick was painfully hard and he needs to find a release, he rushes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. You hear the water turn on, hands covering your face is disappointment and embarrassment. How was this possible, what were you doing wrong. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and move to your suitcase finding a pair of clean underwear and a shirt you throw both of them on, you slip into the sleep shorts you had sitting on the dresser. There was a knock on the door, and you look through the little hole to see who was standing there.  It was Molly with the bouquet of flowers you had forgotten downstairs.  You wipe your face and try to put on a fake smile, you didn’t want to have her see you crying.  

“Hi” you try to sound happy as you open the door

“Hey,” her cheerful voice suddenly changes when she sees you “hey…what’s wrong?” she asks 

“Nothing…nothing. Everything is fine…I’m fine.  Frankie’s in the shower” you avoid eye contact trying to focus on the flowers.  Hoping she will just drop them off and leave 

“You sure?” she questions, pushing it just a bit further 

You shake your head and take the flowers in her hand, “I’m fine, he’s fine…everythings fine. Thank you” and you close the door behind you. Walking to where Frankie had dropped the garter belt you picked up and wrapped it around the flower stems.  Tossing the both of them in the trash.  You move over to the window and open the curtain, crossing your arms and staring out at the night sky. The scene that just unfolded or didn’t unfold plays over in your head. 

I don’t know why you were with me Frankie, I don’t know why you stayed after I told you I was a virgin.  I knew this wasn’t going to work, you were always telling me that I could do better than you Francisco, and honestly deep down, I knew you could do better than me although you’d never believe me.  

The bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam follows Frankie out.  A towel wrapped around his waist, little water droplets cling to the ends of his hair.  His footsteps stealth like as he glides to you, a hand placed on your shoulder and rubbing down your back as you wipe away the tears from your eyes, “mi Estrella…amor,” he says softly before kissing your cheek

“Frankie, I’m sorry.  I…I understand,” you hands move to your necklace as you look at him.  “I get it if you want to break up, you know, find someone you can help you in ways I clearly can’t.  Find someone who isn’t a pathetic loser” your fingers find the clasp. His hands fly to your wrists and stop them before they move any further

“What are you talking about, why are you sorry? I should be the one saying sorry” he shakes his head, and brings your hands to his lips and places a soft kiss to your knuckles “I wanted you, I had a million things running in my mind about the night, I just…I forgot to prep you first” he starts

“Prep me?” you raise an eyebrow at him “Frankie I’m not a meal you can just prepare to eat” you shake your head giving him a small smile when you see his grin

“A man has to eat, and you look the perfect meal” his hand holds your waist, biting his bottom lip “we can try again” 

“Maybe later, Frankie. I just, I don’t feel…I don’t feel…” your voice trails off trying to think of the right words

“In the mood?” He finishes 

You weren’t sure if that was even the word for it. You try to tell him how you feel inadequate, how you aren’t going to be good, how you still feel like a loser. You pull your arms tighter around your body, a tear streaming down your cheek. Frankie places his hand around your neck, his thumb brushing along your cheek. You look at him, his eyes full of love and understanding “we’ll figure it out and it’s going to be great. At least I hope it’s great and I can only hope I live up to the expectations you have. I love you, more than I think I knew was possible. I will wait for you always, as long as it takes” 

“I love you,” your breath catches in your throat he always said he was the lucky one. But in this moment you knew you were the lucky one 

“I love you too” he gives you a sweet kiss, the kind that make you feel like your floating on air “let’s go to bed” 

Your forehead pressed up against the middle of his back, your arm wrapped around him. His hand a firm grip over yours, you slowly blink awake. His snores letting you know that he is still asleep, you place a kiss to his shoulder blade and try to slide your hand away from his chest. But in the attempt to move he only holds onto it tighter sliding his fingers in between yours. You smile and kiss his shoulder again “Frankie I have to pee…” you whisper smiling against his bare shoulder blade. He doesn’t move but the grip loosens just enough for you to slip your hand away from him. Kissing his shoulder one more time before rolling out of bed, your feet find the floor and you move as quiet as you can to the small bathroom. 

You stand in front of the sink, eyes still slightly puffy from crying last night.  However you discover a new little love bit, sitting just below your neck where the collar of your shirt meets your skin. You smile as the memory of Frankie kissing you plays in your mind, how did you get a guy like that.

A guy who not only is willing to wait for me to be ready, but is willing to be the first no matter how bad our first attempt went. Frankie, I can’t believe you are still a part of my life and I don’t know if there is ever going to be a way to tell you just how much I love you, but Frankie I do.  Thank you for proving that good guys still exist in the world. 

Opening the door you find he had rolled over, his hand placed on the bed where you had been laying. Eyes closed, and mouth open slightly letting soft snores escape.  He looks incredibly peaceful, the boyish features make your heart swoon and fall even more in love.  Glancing at the clock on the bedside table you realize you have a few hours before check out, not wanting to disturb Frankie you close the door to the bathroom once more and turn on the warm water, and step into the shower, preparing yourself for the day that lay ahead.  

Stepping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your head, and in your shorts and bra you freeze when you hear Frankie whistle at you. You whip around to see him packing up his duffle bag he brought with him. You quickly find his shirt that had been thrown on the ground from the night before and hold it in front of you. He crawls over the bed in his jeans and dark gray shirt, he reaches you in two strides and puts his hands on your hips. He leans into you, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before placing a kiss on your forehead.  His lips staying there a few moments longer, “...you know as much as I want to see you in this shirt, it looked better on the ground” he smiles kissing you again and you can feel your cheeks get warm. 

His hands move to the shirt, and you hand it over to him, “really?” you question him.  He nods, tossing the shirt over to his side of the bed where he was almost finished packing. Bringing his hands back to your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your chest pressed up against his, and his hands run up and down the length of your body. His face inches from yours, his hair still smells like the cheap shampoo from the hotel. “Frankie…” you start to stay when there was a knock at the door.

“Hold that thought, yeah?” He smiles and quickly kisses you.  Getting off the bed he runs to the door “This better be important” he says unlocking the door and opening it to find Benny 

“Oh it's very important…” you hear Benny chuckle “Pancakes or doughnuts?” 

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[seisoukan]

Wonderful Journey - Chapter 3

Translated by: @seisoukan

With thanks to my proofers: Vulpes

Season: Winter

Time: Returning to the present, Thursday evening

Location: Seisou Hall 3rd Floor Passage

TOMOYA: (According to what Anzu-senpai learnt about his schedule, Itsuki-senpai should end work and return to Starmony Dorm at this time today.)

(So I’ve squatted in advance at the corner that Itsuki-senpai has to walk past in order to enter the dorm, so I don’t accidentally miss him.)

(Thankfully, there isn’t anyone else in the corridor right now. If someone saw me hiding here all suspicious-like, they’d probably think I’m some sort of perverted stalker…)

SHU: …

TOMOYA: (Ah, Itsuki-senpai’s appeared! I dunno why, but I’m becoming nervous all of a sudden…!)

(Calm down, and reconfirm the mission Anzu-senpai sent on HoldHands one last time! Honestly, I still don’t entirely understand why I need to do this in the first place, but as long as I listen to Anzu-senpai, everything will be fine!)

(… Alright, Itsuki-senpai is right about to walk over! Now’s my chance!)

(Grab a croissant from the bag, clamp it tightly in my mouth, then rush out in one go—)

“I’m gonna be late! I’m gonna be laaaaate!”

SHU: —Mmgh?! Wh-what’s the matter?!

TOMOYA: Uu, that hurts…! I’m sorry for crashing into you head on, Itsuki-senpai! Are you okay?!

SHU: Oh, it’s Mashiro… Fortunately, I managed to stand firm by holding onto the wall beside me.

Rather, are you injured? Come, take my hand and stand up.

TOMOYA: Th-thanks, Itsuki-senpai…

SHU: Honestly. I believe you should know you aren’t permitted to run in the hallways? Even if you are in a hurry, you must watch the path ahead of you.

And, as long as you plan your schedule reasonably and leave ahead of time, you needn’t be in such a hurry in the future. Do your best to remember that.

TOMOYA: (Uu, Itsuki-senpai looks furious, but it’s hard to blame him…)

(Forget getting closer to him, Itsuki-senpai wouldn’t happen to hate me now, would he?!)

SHU: … Wait, is that a croissant that fell out of your hand? The packaging for it, could this croissant be from that place on Time Street…?

Hm, I didn’t think you had an eye for these things.

TOMOYA: Eh? Do you know about this bakery too, Itsuki-senpai?

SHU: I most certainly do. That old-school bakery is a must-go for those who have refined tastes. The croissants only available on Thursdays are simply divine. They also sell out quite quickly.

Whenever I return to Japan and happen to be free on a Thursday, I head to that bakery for a look at their goods. It’s a shame it was already late today by the time I finished all of my work.

… Wait, how did the conversation shift to croissants when I wasn’t paying attention? Do you not have something urgent to attend to? You should hurry.

TOMOYA: (Huh, is this not… an opportunity I have to seize?!)

Wait a second, Itsuki-senpai! Actually, I think I remembered the date wrong, my next job should be tomorrow!

SHU: …

TOMOYA: (Uwah, Itsuki-senpai’s expression is clearly saying “How’s it possible to remember that incorrectly?”, he probably thinks I’m totally incompetent…)

B-because we were discussing those croissants you can only buy on Thursdays, I just remembered today was a Thursday, ahaha…

These croissants are actually Mitsuru’s spoils that he shared with me, but I don’t think I’d be able to eat them all on my own. If you don’t mind, would you like to share them?

Consider it an apology for accidentally bumping into you just now… If that’s okay?

SHU: Oh, I hadn’t realized you had such good manners. Then, follow me to my dorm room.

I shall also prepare some drinks that pair well with croissants. Let us savor this great delicacy together.

TOMOYA: Yes, I’d be happy to…!

Location: Shu, Izumi, Kuro, Mao's Room

TOMOYA: Um, excuse me~?

SHU: No worries, we should be the only ones occupying the room at the moment. I shall go and brew the tea; you may sit down wherever you like.

TOMOYA: Got it, Itsuki-senpai… Huh, why are there student uniforms lying on this side of the bed?

It’s not just gakuran worn by male students, there’s also sailor uniforms that female students wear… Could these be the clothes we’re wearing for the commercial shoot?

SHU: You guessed correctly. As a matter of fact, these clothes were provided by the client; however, Wataru came to me hoping I could adjust the sizes to fit a little better.

Whenever I am free these days, I work on these outfits at the dorms. Eventually, that meddlesome Kiryu discovered me sewing, and forcibly took on a portion of my workload.

TOMOYA: Haha, both of you sure do get along~

SHU: Hmph, don’t get the wrong idea. It is solely because I also need to participate in the filming this time around, which makes me unable to dedicate all my time just to outfits, resulting in me reluctantly having to seek assistance.

Right, while you’re here, Mashiro. Would you like to try on this sailor uniform I just finished altering?

TOMOYA: T-that, um… Thanks, Itsuki-senpai, but I think it’s better if I just put it against my body.

(Uwah, the skirt for this sailor uniform sure is short. The hemline is right at my kneecaps… do I seriously have to wear this…?)

WATARU: Amazing! This outfit suits Tomoya-kun more than I previously imagined ♪

TOMOYA: — Yah?! M-m-masked Pervert?!

How’d you suddenly appear in Itsuki-senpai’s dorm room? I was so scared I nearly had a heart attack!

WATARU: Fufu, there is no place in the world that Hibiki Wataru cannot reach… ☆

SHU: Honestly, you’re such an unpredictable person. No wonder I felt the presence of a third person in the room ever since I entered, though I had written it off as a misconception.

WATARU: Allow me to explain, I slipped inside during the brief moment the door had been opened. Originally, I only wished to continue observing from the shadows in silence.

However, Tomoya-kun. We’ve come all this way, so what are you still hesitant for? Don’t tell me you haven’t mentally prepared for crossdressing?

TOMOYA: No, I—

WATARU: Unfortunately for you, even if you wish to withdraw now, it is far too late! Come on now, be a good boy and put on this sailor uniform for me to see… ♪

TOMOYA: Eek! You bastard, you really are some kind of pervert, aren’t you?! D-don’t come near me!!

Itsuki-senpai, I’m begging you, save me…!

SHU: …

Wataru, you ought to know when enough is enough. No matter how you put it, Mashiro is still your junior, so do not bully him too much.

WATARU: Oya, oya? The way you two are putting up a front, you both appear similar to a little trembling chick cowering behind the wings of a mother hen!

Uu, I cannot believe I’m being treated as a villain and excluded. You see, I was simply worried about Tomoya-kun’s ability to successfully complete the mission?

TOMOYA: Hmph, I knew it, this stupid ‘Closeness UP Campaign’ could’ve only been schemed up by someone like you, Hibiki-senpai!

Also, I can’t believe you’ve been playing me like a fiddle under Anzu-senpai’s name! Isn’t that overkill?!

WATARU: Sigh, it would seem Tomoya-kun here has utterly failed to understand my noble intent. I had contacted you through HoldHands disguised as the producer, because I didn't want you to start acting rebellious and doing the opposite of what I said due to your strong feelings about me.

In order to bring you and Shu closer in a natural and ingenious fashion, Anzu-san and I racked our brains for a long time to think of how to create such an opportunity.

And, don’t you see? If we were to speak in terms of results, it worked, did it not?

TOMOYA: Eh. Now that I think of it, that’s kind of what ended up happening…?

(Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t ever have a chance to enjoy a friendly cup of tea together in the dorms with Itsuki-senpai, forget having Itsuki-senpai’s protection like what happened just now.)

… Though honestly, from my perspective, all of that set-up isn’t even close to being ‘natural and ingenious’.

SHU: Seriously, What have you two been yammering about for the past few minutes, and why do I not understand a single word of it?

WATARU: Hahahaha, that is not for you to understand~♪ In order to guarantee an astonishing performance for our commercial, I ask that you wait patiently for the finale, where the answer to this riddle shall be revealed!

After all, this wonderful show is far from over… ☆

Wonderful Journey - Masterlist

#tomoya mashiro #shu itsuki #wataru hibiki #enstars #ensemble stars #/ #mine: translations