#like I’m sorry but I don’t think and for my boon was that embarrassing

[ascefreckles]

Ppl wanna talk about Kaladin’s second hand embarrassment moments but can we talk about the fact the Oathbringer is an entire BOOK of epic cringe fails by Dalinar Kholin (with a couple of major Ws sprinkled in)

#stormlight archive #like I’m sorry but I don’t think and for my boon was that embarrassing #arguably ‘aren’t you a woman?’ is Kal’s most cringe moment #but like #that doesn’t even COMPARE to Dalinar #on my third read thru of oathbringer and I’m just like. damn old man you’re a badass and a very dynamic character but #BRO YOU ARE TAKING THE L!!!!! #half of his attempts to build the coalition and also the brief shattering of the coalition: Secondhand Embarrassment Levels Maxed #his escape from Jah Keved? EXTREMELY CRINGE #his projection of his most Whole Self onto Adolin and Renarin? 🥶🥶🥶 L

[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 7

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: You take Jake back to your favorite place as a teen and make some new memories. The weeks fly by and soon it’s time for Jake to go back to California.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (both receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), talks of kinks, a hint of breeding kink, cum play, etc.

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“I’m supposed to be the one taking you out,” Jake grumbles as you pull out of your driveway in his truck.

“Quit your whining. You planned the last two.”

“I made you supper last night, that doesn’t count,” Jake argues.

“You made me supper with a broken leg and had flowers delivered. It was sweet,” you reply, shifting gears before placing your hand over his. “Also, this will be our third date. I’m dying here, Jake. I’ve been touching myself every night thinking about what it’s going to be like having you inside me.”

“Jesus Charlie,” he mutters, adjusting himself in his shorts.

“Maybe I’ll let you watch me some time, would you like that?” You ask, your hand moving to his thigh.

“Fuck, yesssss,” he groans when you cup his hard-on through his shorts.

“Me too, I want to watch you too. God Jake, there’s so much I want to do with you.”

“Like what?” He asks, lifting his hips to get more friction from your hand.

“Tease you until you beg for release, ride you until you’re crying from being overstimulated, tie you up and have my way with you, see if I can make you cum just from playing with your cute butt,” you bite your lip, face heating from arousal and a little embarrassment.

“Holy shit,” he chokes, hand stopping yours. “Wait, I don’t want to cum in my pants.”

Your hand leaves his groin anyway to downshift as you approach the hidden entrance.

“Raspberry Lake?” Jake smiles.

“Yup, I don’t think kids come down here like they used to like when we were younger,” you reply, turning off the engine.

“That’s a shame, it’s so pretty-mmph!” He’s cut off by the press of your lips to his. Your fingers quickly untie his shorts.

Once he’s free, you pull from his lips to duck your head and swallow him down, moaning when you’re rewarded with a burst of precum.

It only takes a few bobs of your head before he pants out a warning, “Char-I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if he’s just being a gentleman or if he doesn’t get that you like to swallow but you just keep going until he tenses and releases into your mouth with a bitten-off cry.

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart,” he chuckles breathlessly as you swallow and tuck him back into his shorts.

You smile, but the embarrassment of what you said earlier creeps in. “Sorry about what I said earlier, i hope I didn’t that’s freak you out.”

“Did you mean it?”

“Kinda? If that’s something you’d be into of course,”’ you flush. “The longest relationship I was in was only 6 months, so I never really got to explore some of the stuff I read about in those smutty books you always tease me about.”

“Damn, I didn’t know you were reading about butt stuff,” he teases but tilts your chin to look you in the eyes. “I want to try all of that and more. Anything your kinky heart desires.”

You laugh, relieved. “You may regret saying that,” you murmur, leaning in for a kiss.

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You unpack the picnic lunch in the shade on an old quilt next to the lake. A breeze keeps it comfortable.

“I was gonna pick up some Boone’s Farm for old times sake but I almost gagged when I picked up the bottle,” you shutter, handing him a beer.

“Ma was so mad at me after that night,” Jake laughs, “Thank goodness Lisa calmed her down.”

“My mom was always the voice of reason. It was 100% my fault yet you almost got grounded.”

“Right? I was always in trouble for stuff I didn’t do.”

You laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

He just smiles. “Man, I miss this,” he sighs, reclining back on his elbows. “Actually, I miss you. When I’d come back to visit when you were in grad school…it didn’t feel right. I still felt homesick. I realized it was you. You feel like home, Charlie.”

Tears spring to your eyes at his words. “You feel like home too. I love you, Jake.”

He sets down his beer and sits up, tears shining in his eyes as well. “I love you too, Charlie. Always have, always will.”

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The picnic is forgotten as he reaches around the back of your neck to pull you in for a searing kiss.

You climb into his lap without breaking the kiss, carding your fingers through his hair as he grips your hips.

“God, I love everything about you,” he whispers against your neck after he pulls away from your lips. “How your smile brightens up the room,” he nips the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you shiver. “The sweet sound of your voice after a long day at work,” he helps you out of your shirt, leaving you in a lacy pink bra. He swallows before continuing, “The way you put me at ease, how comfortable you make everyone feel…I just love you. I’m so glad I can finally say it,” he laughs, looking up at you between your breasts.

“Me too, Jake. Me too.”

You can feel his frustration at how things are awkward yet with his leg, but you just keep kissing him, assuring him it’s okay. Eventually, he gets you under him and he rests his weight on his knees as he kisses down your throat, stopping at your breasts to help you out of your bra.

“These are so perfect,” Jake murmurs before putting his mouth (and hands) to use. Your back arches as he flicks his tongue over the hardened bud of your nipple, using his fingers to tease the other. Your already wet underwear is now soaked by the way he’s playing with your body.

He finally continues his journey south, and you lift your hips to help him ease your shorts down.

“Oh these are pretty,” he murmurs before placing a wet kiss on your clit through the lace of your panties.

“Mmm, I like lingerie. I have a decent collection,” you sigh, helping him pull them down.

“I want to see them all. You could do a little fashion show when you have me tied up,” he suggests before he leans in to lick a stripe through your arousal.

“You’d like that? Ohhhh yes, right there,” you pant as he flicks over your clit. “I could show you how I touch myself too while I’m at it. You couldn’t do a thing about it, just have to sit there and watch.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, nodding enthusiastically against you, leaving you unable to speak as he gets to work.

He brings you to orgasm quickly, your cries echoing off the still water. He shakes his head when your hands in his hair try to pull him up, and gently pulls a second, the third orgasm before he finally relents.

You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue after he climbs over you for a kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist and use your momentum to flip him over onto his back, knowing that his leg unfortunately won’t allow missionary.

“Fuck. Condom?” He pants as you pull his shorts down.

“I’ve never done it without a condom, I’m on birth control to help regulate my cycle and was negative at that time. I haven’t been with anyone since then either. I’m okay without if you are?” You ask as you rub the head of his cock through your wetness.

“I get checked before every deployment and I haven’t been with anyone in about 2 years. I always used a condom too. I want my first time without to be with you,” he replies, brushing your hair off your forehead.

“Me too,” you say as you line him up to your entrance.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight…and warm…and wet, fuckkkk. I’m never gonna last,” he shutters as you slowly sink down onto him.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, forgetting to breathe as your hips finally meet.

His fingers grip your hips in a bruising hold, fighting the urge to cum as you adjust to his size.

When he feels a little more under control, his fingers find your clit and he makes slow, gentle circles: only speeding up when you begin to ride him.

Your lips find him in a biting kiss and he sighs into your mouth as you chase your release.

He gets there first, breaking your kiss to bite the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder as he cums deep inside you with a groan. The little bite of pain and the feeling of his warm spend filling you up is enough to push you over. Your head falls back with a soft cry as the waves of pleasure roll through you.

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He’s pressing sweet kisses across your chest while murmuring sweet praises as you come down.

You tilt his chin up and kiss until you feel his cum starting to leak onto the quilt beneath you.

His eyes darken when he watches you shift off of him and more of his seed leaks out, and he reaches to push it back in while you whimper.

“Can’t wait to make you a mama someday,” he murmurs, gaze focused on his hand between your legs.

You shiver at his words and how good his fingers feel.

The sound of tires on the gravel drive breaks the trance. Thankfully it’s a long drive and your clothes are near so you’re decent before the car pulls in and a bunch of teenagers pile out.

“I thought you said no one comes out here anymore?” Jake asks as he tries to help you fold up the soiled quilt.

“They don’t! I come out here a few times a month and this is the first time I’ve seen anyone in almost a year,” you laugh.

“When we get home, I’m locking the door, closing the curtains, silencing our phones, and going to make love to you the rest of the afternoon with no interruptions,” he promises, backing you up against the tailgate, out of sight from the teens playing in the water.

“Let’s go then,” you smile, kissing his cheek.

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Jake does just that; and nearly every day after for the next 8 weeks

Your sex life before had been decent; you got off a few times with the guys you’d been with and it was nice to take the edge off.

But you craved it with Jake. The end of his PT session usually ended in a sweaty mess of limbs and satisfied smiles; if nothing else, Jake was definitely getting his cardio in.

Hayes was acting like the cat who caught the canary when you finally admitted it when he caught you daydreaming and was relentless with his good-natured teasing.

“Jake’s soft cast is coming off tomorrow, are you taking the day off?” Hayes asks, biting back a grin.

“No…Why would I?”

“Just figured the cast…limits things in the bedroom. Figured you’d want to have some time together before he goes back to California next week,” he shrugs innocently, turning to leave your office.

“Oh fuck off. I’m gonna take tomorrow off now, just for that comment,” you laugh, throwing your pen at his back.

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You did end up taking the day off, Hayes really did have good ideas sometimes.

You and Jake were relaxing in the tub together after a long morning of no longer limited-activities.

“So you leave next Thursday?” You ask, wrapping your soapy fingers in his.

You hadn’t talked about it yet, both of you avoiding the discussion of what the future held for the both of you.

“Yeah,” he hesitates before he asks. “Do you think you could come with me? Help me pack up my apartment?”

“What? Why are you packing up your apartment?” You ask, heart pounding as you turn to look at him.

“I took a position as an instructor at the Naval Air Station in Kingsville,” he smiles. “Just found out I got it this morning. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Kingsville is 35 minutes from here. You’re moving home?” Tears fill your eyes.

“After I finish a few things up in San Diego, yes. I’m moving home.”

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A/N: There was a lot in this chapter. Whatcha guys think?

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs.

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[asmolfolk]

Zagreus x Reader.

Sorry for the long “hiatus”, I got some troubles, somethings that really messed me up but now I’m back! ^^ Hope you’re all well!

There isn’t a lot of “Hades [Game] x Reader”, so, I decided to open requests for it and, what better way to do it then write some love headcanons for Zagreus…

 A little hint: 

 In this, I separated personalities in 6 definitions. You can see which one is the most fitting for you.

 Sun [Extroverted, funny and carefree people.]

 Moon [Introverts, gentle and creative people.]

 Eclipse [Ambiverts, can change their humors a lot.]

 Cloud [Quiet, smart and can be someone gentle]

 Rain [An confort zone, caring and gentle but just for the ones that they care about.]

 Rainbow [Flirty, charming and adventurous.]

The creator of this banner it's: This lovely person!

 [You’re like the SUN - Bright, funny and such a cutie! You can light up the darkness in someone’s heart in like, two seconds. Because of your carefree and extrovert personality, some people may be a little bit ‘too tired’ after talking with you, saying that you talk too much and don’t listen at all.] (You are going to be a GOD, you appeared to Zagreus and gave him your boon.)

Zagreus was a little shocked to know you, you were such a… Sweetheart? You were just… Cute for him. What was kind of strange, he didn’t know that someone that wasn’t mentioned a lot could be so goofy.

He didn’t know what to do when he started developing feelings for you… He thought that maybe he could just say it directly to you or just start throwing hints…

But you just confessed like it was nothing, like “Oh, and I love you, Zagreus!” - When he asked you “Why did you choose this way to confess?” you said that you decided to do it this way so that - if he didn’t feel the same, you could just play it off as an “Friendly way to say goodbye.”

He swears to the other gods, he loves you deeply. He always gets that feeling that your boons appeared a lot more when you two started an “distanced romantic relationship”.

He - now - wanted to go in the Olympus just so he could finally hug and kiss you for the first time - while you wanted to go in the Underworld so that you could surprise him.

Let’s just say that Chaos felt like they were watching a romantic comedy.

Zagreus - even if he didn’t need it - always gifted you with a nectar or Ambrosia, sometimes, he wouldn’t pick one boon and would talk with you for a period of time.

[Imagine he after derroting Asterius and the boon is yours, he just picks it and starts to talk about a lot of things with you… While Asterius is behind the door and thinking “...Did he just start a distant relationship with a god?” (And they call me the cuckold)]

 “Sometimes, when the sky is too dark and I can’t seem to focus… The first thing that comes to my mind it’s you.” [Name] said with a short smile “I get too happy to think that, maybe, some day, I can visit the underworld just for you… And of course, get your mother permission!”

 “Well, sometimes, when I feel strange or even tired, I think about every ‘run’ that I make, every fight that I get myself into… Just makes me a little closer to you. Maybe you are one of the biggest reasons why I continue doing this… I can’t get enough of you and I hope I never will.”

∘ ───────────────────────── ♡ ༉───────────────────────── ∘  [You’re like the MOON - Shy/Timid, quiet and such a sweetheart inside! You normally don’t talk a lot, what kind of makes people go after you to talk about some stuff, just wanting someone to listen to them. You - sometimes - wish that you could win against your insecurities and pass your embarrassment and finally say what you are thinking.] (You would be a god that lives in the underworld by choice.)

When Zagreus met you, he thought that you and Dusa had so much in common that it was a little funny. You were another god that worked in the underworld and he actually thought that this was very interesting, because, different from the others, you were not someone with a relationship with Nyx - what made him think about what could happen to make you live there.

You were Persephone’s best friend almost, which made him seek your help - especially because you could know about where she is.

He was pretty much interested in your story and when he started to develop a relationship and feeling for you, his curiosity just began to eat him alive. He asked you and when you said that was because of Persephone, he got so… Happy? Knowing that his mother had such a cute and loyal friend made him think that maybe this place wasn’t THAT bad.

When he told Persephone about loving you - thinking that it was better to tell his mother about this before going ahead - she advised him about you being more shy and probably going to take a lot of time before confessing, so, it was better that he said something. Then, he confessed to you… It was… Cute, but you couldn’t control your laughter for the little jokes and comparisongs that he did… [They were as horrible as this pun.]

He was always going to your place in one of the runs, searching for you… He wanted to know how you were doing and most especially, he wanted you to fight side by side with him.

 “Hah… I still remember my confession, [name]. You were so cute trying to win against your embarrassment and finally say how you felt… I couldn’t control myself in the laughter.”

 “Your laughter just made me more and more anxious!”

 “Sorry, couldn’t help it… You were just too cute with your blushing face.”

 “Oh… Shush it!” ∘ ───────────────────────── ♡ ༉───────────────────────── ∘

 [You’re like the ECLIPSE - You are a little of everything, ambivert, sometimes you are talking with no worries or whatsoever, other times you are very quiet, just listening to others. Everything changes with your humor.]

 Okay, he kind of understands your vibe. You are like the weather, sometimes it rains, sometimes not… He just needs to understand how you can change your tone and words so fast? In a moment you want to kill him for choosing another god and then, you act like nothing happened.

 He tried to talk about it with other gods, but the answers were as vague as it could be. And then, asking Chaos, he had a small hit. They said that you were just like Hecáte, but with three different mindsets. {Now, you can understand it as bipolarity, DID or nothing! :D}

 Knowing this made his talks a lot easier, he understands how he just needs to try to follow the vibe you’re passing, to be a listener when you are angry or sad. He just… Vibe with you and happen to think about you a lot, what topic will you be angry, sad, happy or, even, all of them at the same time about?

 He just finished off the minotaur, winning this match against him. He smiled when he saw our boon, the thoughts about what were your emotions, what you want… He wanted to know it and to fulfill it for you.

He heard your voice and immediately got very happy about it… But it wasn’t the way that he thought.

“Hey” An monotone and low tone, like you were not wanting to talk. “Looks like you were in big trouble there, the minotaur can be quite challenging, I guess.”

“Not so sure about it, he is the worst when together with his sidekick.” He said in response and he noticed that you were waiting for him to continue, so he thinks you were not in the mood for talking a lot, uhm? “Well, at least it seems more difficult. Trying to defeat one of them while the other is trying to shoot you down, especially with the Extreme Measures on, they can be quite a challenge…”

 He notices that you were not feeling good when your answer was just a simple “hn”.

 “Sorry if it’s personal, but did something happen? You seem a little down… If you need someone to talk to, you know that I am your… God? Friend? Or perhaps we are that kind of buddies-” “My Zeus, it's quite a challenge to try to stay quiet with you. You can really push my buttons... In a good way. Perhaps I will resume what’s on my mind… But not now, I already stole your time enough. Be good out there, my ‘Buddy God Friend’.” “Looks like I’m Godly Friendly.”

 After another meeting, you could open up to him a bit, your talks were always small talks until he got the boon he wanted and could leave the place… It hurts sometimes, you wanted him to stay a little bit. But, that’s the point, right? 

 All the time, he wanted to live in Olympus… You just hope that what killed him a lot of times doesn't kill him right now.

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 [You’re like a CLOUD - You are someone that is normally quiet, an introvert, but you're not shy. You just… Don’t like people being around you like worms. Of course, you have some people that can listen and see how smart and caring you’re, but it's a small group.] (You’re a human, a soul that was punished.)

You’re basically an MITH! - Well, he always thought about you this way. Like… You were a true normal human? You seemed to be targeted by a lot of gods, Hera and Aphrodite more precisely. Zagreus was impressed that your punishment was something not so “hard”, what meant that Hades had justice… At least.

He started to talk with you out of curiosity and didn’t get a long wait until he started to talk with you every run. He listened to how those gods really were and the bad things they did with you, how manipulative some of them were.

…He was pretty much shocked… But that was expected at least.

When he discovered his own feelings towards you, he was a little bit concerned about your answer… Thinking that maybe you would reject him for being parents with them. But, he was pretty surprised to know that you felt the same, he was… Truly happy!

You started to wait for him, to be more and more caring. Every time he got in your place hurt, you started to treat him and - in the end - Zagreus had someone that would buff or heal him.

 “Y’know, sometimes, I think about how things would be if I didn’t get targeted by them… But I think about you and, ya know… I prefer this way.”

 “Oh… Seriously? You don’t miss anything from when you were… You know, alive? Maybe you could have a great life and… Meet me after everything.”

“I wouldn’t be the same and, maybe I would be very very tired for the whole life… And even, maybe I wouldn’t get to know you or even be close to your family somehow. I like to think that Moiras knew that our relationship would blow.”

“...Did I ever say that you are just too cute?” “Did I ever say that you ARE the CUTE of this relationship? I’m the pretty one, get it right!”

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 [You’re like the RAIN - You have a big and sentimental heart, you get sad, happy or even angry because of little things - because of that, people tend to ‘dislike’ that characteristic of you and just stick with you when you are in a good mood and you can ‘have fun with them’. You hate those kinds of people, but, sometimes, they are close friends, family and you don’t want to be alone at all.] (You were a god that was forced to live in the underworld.)

When he got to know you, you reminded him about Orpheus… And after knowing that you were forced to live in the underworld - just made him burn with rage, why? Why would they aprisiony someone in there?

He didn’t understand why the gods treated you like that, but he was pretty fond of you from the beginning. He was always there to listen to your sad or happy thoughts, to listen to your rambles or to even just talk about his day.

He wanted to see you smile, so he started giving you some stuff that he found - aside from ambrosia and nectar. He saw you get happy so… Cutely! He wanted more of your cute reactions, your smile, the sparkles on your eyes.

You declared yourself first… On accident! He gave you a lot of gifts at once and when you asked him about “Why does he keep giving gifts?”, he was sincere, saying that he just wants to see you happy… You said the three words so certain that he answered it back with no thoughts ahead.

From now on, he formalized his relationship with you for everyone, every god knew it… Well, Orpheus was more than just happy to know about you! And even Hades was smiling to see the three of you so… Carefree for once.

 “The day was pretty long… I Hope I didn’t ruin your plans.”

“My plan to keep ‘dying’ until I complete everything that the Moiras listed? You can be sure that you didn’t ruin anything - If even, you just made me more excited to do it.”

“And… Why is that?”

“You even ask? Of course it’s to bring more gifts to you, [Name].”

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 [You’re like the RAINBOW! - You are probably someone that loves to flirt and to be a little too much for some people, sometimes, you think about what you’re doing but… You don’t care after some minutes. You don’t like the idea of ‘hiding’ who you are and like to be like that, so, as long as you’re happy and don't hurt anyone, who cares?] (You are a God that was mentioned by the others;)

Oh, my dear- He knew you by: “Aphrodite twin sister”, he actually thought that you were her sister - until Aphrodite said that it was just a joke. He got very interested in you, the fact that Aphrodite told him about your weapon that could be somewhere in there… He did everything until he found it. 

With your old weapon in hands, he could communicate with you, you basically substituted the Daedalus Hammer and actually helped him to win a lot of fights! He were very impressed by the skills of your weapon and also about how you manage to make everything sound sexual.

He actually found it funny, how you carefree flirted or even praised him a lot, he found it very thoughtful of you when you started talking with the bosses or even flirted with them.

He actually got a little jealous when you flirted more with them than with him… He asked Nyx about this feeling and she declared that maybe he loved you… Oh dear, he was so shocked and afraid. You were always carefree and never showed real interest in him… But, Nyx told him to try.

He got the courage to say that he loved you, that felt something else about you… But, he lost connection, you didn’t say a thing in that run, even the bosses could see how sad he was - thinking that you rejected him.

Imagine how surprised he was when you were standing in front of Hades, asking permission to be your lover… [Hades never thought that you would appear JUST FOR THAT STUPID REQUEST-] Hades literally had to stop others from laughing and to stop you from trying to ask Zagreus in marriage.

…But in the end, you two ended together… So, he just made the relationship go slower… As Hypnos jokily said.

“You’re such a sweetie, Zagreus~ I could eat you up like a desert.”

“[Name], my mother is with us-”

“She doesn't mind, right?”

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[vaguely-concerned]

To celebrate the

of it all (;______________________________;), I wanted to post a snippet from my TF POV WIP (this one also goes out to the anon who asked for that; sorry I am perpetually terrible at answering asks)!

context: this fic has huddling for warmth (because TF fell into a frozen lake and Graves had to fish him out) and a few metric tonnes of pining lol

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“Yeah, yeah, don’t you be goin’ anywhere just yet. Gotta get you properly thawed out.”

I sigh like this is a great hardship and rest my head more comfortably against his shoulder. “Fine, have it your way.” 

“Thanks, I will.” 

I let my hand brush against his chest, as if by accident as I shift position. He’s so solid, bulk built for use rather than show but not exactly unsightly that way either. If it ever came down to a wrestling match between Graves and a wild bear I’d have to hedge my bets and put money on both. Probably a bit more money on Malcolm, though, for the sake of loyalty if nothing else.   

“It’s what you get for bein’ so damn scrawny. Can’t even fight off a little chill.” 

“I ain’t scrawny, I just tend to stand next to you and we can’t all be built like an ox.” 

I can hear the sound of his heart under my ear when I rest my head right.

Is this weird? I’m fairly sure this should be weird. It doesn’t feel weird. He doesn’t seem to think it’s weird. I’m not gonna make it weird by pointing out that it should be weird. 

“Mmm, whatever you say. ‘S been a while since it was just the two of us,” Malcolm yawns, burrowing himself and by extension me deeper under the covers. “Kinda nice to have the peace ‘n quiet for a change.” 

“Yeah, this job did drag out a few weeks longer than planned, didn’t it.” Honestly it’d sounded like an easy gig, stealing back an heirloom that had apparently gone to the wrong branch of the family after those disgraceful snakes falsified the testament of old Great Uncle Terran, gods rest his soul and so on — I never listened closely enough to the client’s labyrinthine explanations of generations’ worth of betrayals and inheritance squabbles to know if we’re actually on the righteous side here, but then again I don’t really give a shit, I’ll pretend to listen sympathetically to a lot of rich people nonsense if it gets us paid in the end. Turns out rich people nonsense also includes being willing to chase a couple of sorry bastards across half a continent and repeatedly attempting murder to reclaim the engagement diadem of Great-Great Grandpa Filliam. The more you know. It’s been a boon to have the added numbers of the rest of the crew bolstering us through the wild chase, but Malcolm’s right, this is a nice change of pace.

“How much of your cut are you willing to part with for me to not tell Kolt about how you went and stumbled into this lake, by the way?” Malcolm says, in what he must fondly imagine is an approximation of innocence. 

I snort. “Oh, you do not want to get into a blackmail war with me, I’ve got a decade of dirt on you and I won’t hesitate. There will be no survivors.”

“And if I’m willing to take my chances?” 

“Remember that girl back in Noxus?”

He pauses. “Ah.” 

I press on with relish: “Remember the unholy amount of shit I had to pull to get you outta there before she handed you over to whatever bounty hunter came up with the highest bid, while all you could do was lie there trussed up like a turkey?”

“Well, now,” he says, holding up a finger tentatively, like a man who’s not entirely secure in his own argument but realizes he has nothing better to play, “I seem to remember you had to don her friend’s lingerie to get away with that?”

“And I absolutely rocked that look, I ain’t got nothin’ to be embarrassed about,” I declare, and he makes a noise like he’s forced to grudgingly agree. I was barely twenty-one at the time, her friend had been tall and slim with dark hair and impeccable taste in fabrics, and the corset had been unexpectedly comfortable, actually, even if figuring out the lacing on my own gave me a bit of a headache. It’d probably take a lot more finagling for me to pull that trick off these days, but I’ve never been one to balk at a challenge.

“We’re fallin’ back on a stalemate of mutually assured destruction here, then,” Graves allows.

“Unless you’re happy to take your life and your dignity into your own hands, yeah.”  

Graves laughs quietly and shifts his arm around me. While he can’t see my face I smile against his chest at the low gravelly rasp of it, fondness blooming in my chest. 

#tf x graves #twistedgraves #league of legends #my writing #I also present to you: the mental image of tf in a lacy corset. you're welcome #I wanted to pick something warm and fluffy for this and I think this is what best fits the bill! #they are... very stupid. very good. i'm love them very much.

[kits-shrine]

“If you’ll have me, ma’am, I’m more than happy to have you as my Mistress! And one of the boons of the contract is an elongated life, as well as a youthful appearance, though I think that it be may just be personal preference,” he grinned, that tail of his not having stopped its wagging once.

~

Tony winked at Touma as Laurel slowly gathered her wits, “you don’t have to redeem yourself, Yurei. I’m the one who needs to do the redeeming. Blurting out things all willy-nilly…I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends.”

Granny gave a surprised chuckle "Well I'm fairly happy as I am, but knowing I'll likely be living long enough to make sure my baby and my grandbaby are safe is a relief." she smiled still rubbing his ear.

"so how's this ceremony work then?" Seishin asked curiously.

~

Yurei rapidly shook his head and rushed to reassure her "No! Not Embarrassed At All!"

#aizawasluckylady

[golden-wingseos]

when you get injured

featuring —

✧ albedo x f!reader, xiao x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, reader is a polearm user, traveler is lumine (reader is not traveler), gore, descriptions of blood

notes ―

✧ hehe albedo, also xiao’s kind of rushed! i apologize

𝑨𝑳𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑶 — ❝ ᴋʀᴇɪᴅᴇᴘʀɪɴᴢ ❞

dragonspine was no utopia

except... maybe for those snow-adjusted fatui. their camps infested the mountain everywhere like leeches, invading your peaceful day like an unwanted raccoon digging through your boons

and yet, the one day you were not met with the sight of fatui (thank barbatos), you were instead met with a beautiful, agonizing, frostarm lawachurl (no thank you barbatos)

Incredulously, you smiled in exasperation. No, no way there was a Frostarm Lawachurl in the middle of nowhere—not when you were leisurely making your way down from Albedo’s camp!

(Fun Fact: There was in fact a Frostarm Lawachurl.)

And, very unfortunately for you (and your fluffy coat), the yeti managed to spot you like a sore thumb, sticking out pretentiously in the white backdrop of Dragonspine.

Materializing your polearm in the palm of your hand, you stabbed the staff into the snow, readying yourselves for a very unprepared battle.

“Let’s make this quick, shall we?” Grinning, icicles ricocheted towards your direction.

―

“Do you perhaps feel anything different?” Albedo asked, examining the Traveler as she chugged down the potion, her face morphing into confusion from the bubbling sensation in her stomach.

“My stomach... burns,” Lumine mumbled, staring at the now-empty beaker.

“I see. That’s good, I was expecting such a result,” Dismissing the complaint, Albedo turned back to his main table, ignoring the complaints and demands from Paimon as teal eyes picked up a familiar figure in the distance.

“...?” Craning his head to adjust to the sudden sight, his eyebrows raised in surprise upon the daunting realization that the ‘familiar figure’ was none other than . . .

You.

“Huh?!” Paimon and Lumine both exclaimed, their jaws hanging open.

―

Impaling your spear into the chest of the lawachurl, a small sigh left your lips as soon as its body disintegrated into a fine dust.

The sweat on your forehead chilled at the touch of the wind, a furious blizzard forming as you spared no time glancing around, [e/c] eyes widening in shock at the sight of a pale-blonde male rushing towards you.

Rushing as in speedwalking—of course, Albedo would never lose his grace when it came to any matter!

“[Y/N]...” His voice held the faintest hues of urgency as a gloved finger rested on the bottom of your chin, tilting it slightly as he seemed to examine the side of your face.

“Oh, hi Albed—“

“We need to get you back to my camp,” A hand resting on the small of your back, the alchemist led you back to his rustic laboratory, the Traveler following as a bodyguard. 

“What? Why? I’m fine—“ 

Lifting his gloves up, Albedo revealed the trickles of crimson red liquid, coming personally from your face.

“Huh...?” Holding a hand up to feel the side of your forehead, the blonde stopped you midway as to shield the wound from any possible infection your fingertips may carry.

“You do not feel anything because of adrenaline, but once it dies down it will hurt quite a bit. I apologize for not escorting you down myself. I will not let this happen again,” The alchemist was poised, but you could see in the churn of his oceanic irises that he was anything but calm and collected.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his fingers slightly trembling as his gloves were dipped in your blood, your pain (though you may not feel it now).

And as the blizzard cascaded behind you, strong currents of wind whipped against your face, stinging your wound with a frostbite overriding the blood.

—Though, he was prepared. Shielding you with his own body, he pulled a handkerchief from his waist, pressing it against your wound as the pink silk was stained a red, similar to a silk flower.

The silk was not to collect blood, no, it was to seal off the gash until he could at least get back to his camp.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I know it may start hurting a little, but please hang on, okay?”

His tone was... soft. As if you were a baby, or, or a prized discovery. Perhaps, he was a bit embarrassed to say such things in front of someone so openly, the Traveler and her peeping mascot no less.

But with a voice like that—who were you to say no?

𝑿𝑰𝑨𝑶 — ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛ ʏᴀᴋꜱʜᴀ ❞

xiao knew you were strong

and unfortunately, with strength comes recklessness

you were off on a commission to destroy some abyss mages—this wasn’t what worried him, though

what did worry him was the fact that immediately after you abolished those abyss mages, you took yet another commission to collect some items from the oceanid of qingce!

haha, what? 

“You’re kidding, right?” Xiao crossed his arms, glaring at you with a boiling disappointment, fury, worry, anxiety, panic—

“Of course not! I’ll plummet those illusions, trust me!” You smiled, wincing as soon as the Yaksha flicked your forehead lightly.

“And if you don’t?”

“I’ll call you!”

Perhaps, that was what gave him some ease. You’d call him. All you had to do was speak his name and he’d be there in an instant.

.

.

.

He furrowed his eyebrows once the moon rose—and yet, you still have not or did not call him.

You had left during the afternoon—and now, it was dusk. Just what were you doing?

Xiao was logical. He was not going to jump to conclusions (even though his mind berated him with explanations of your silence that he did not want to hear). And if that meant sitting atop the roof of Wangshu Inn? So be it.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Growing impatient, he jumped off the top of the balcony, disappearing before he could reach the ground as he went to go take out his frustrations on some unfortunate hilichurls.

Slice.

Were you hurt?

Squeal.

Were you unable to call him?

Slash.

. . . Did you succumb to the waters, and perhaps could not call him?

And as his mask dispersed, damaged and ominous remains of hilichurls scattering against his shoes...

He saw a silhouette, a lone silhouette in the distance—in front of the rising moon.

“...[Y/N]?”

The figure took a step forward.

Yellow irises met [e/c] ones, widening as soon as he took in your battered form. Your cheek swelled with a red as if you were stung by a mass of bees. Your arms and stomach wrapped with bandages upon bandages—

“What... happened?” He teleported to you, allowing you to collapse in his arms as his mouth hung slightly agape.

“I beat the water illusions, like I promised!” You laughed, coughing slightly as he lifted you in his arms, biting his tongue as to not chastise you for being so reckless (even though he definitely was going to later).

“You should’ve called me instead,” He grit his teeth, not wanting to look down at you. As beautiful as you were, it was unsightly to stare at your weakened figure.

“That’s kind of wimpy, don’t you think?” You paused, swallowing saliva as if you were trying to clear your dry throat.

“... Calling my adeptus boyfriend because I can’t beat a bunch of water morphs.”

Staring at you with a deadpan, he couldn’t fathom mortals and their ability to be so jubilant during times like these—times where they were hurt.

And yet, he sat beside you, cradling your hand in his as you narrated your epic-showdown against the Oceanid.

‘Listen now, lecture later,’ He told himself begrudgingly, eyes softening once they landed on your sleeping form.

He was going to have a bit of a chit-chat with that Oceanid later.

#genshin x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin xiao x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin #genshin impact #xiao x y/n #albedo x y/n #albedo #xiao

[adelheidvonschicksal]

182 Centimeters | Tall!F!Reader x Surprise

A great boon has been bestowed upon Aoi Todo. First, he got to meet Takada in person. Second, he gained a brother. Third, he was able to fight a special grade all in one month.

Is there anything else that could make this trip perfect?

Todo didn't think so until he lays eyes on you, standing in the middle of the hallway with luggage tucked under one arm and the other holding onto a rolling suitcase. He remembers now about Mai mentioning a late edition transfer student who was going to be joining in the school games a little late. He only wishes Mai had warned him about the other thing about you. The fact that you are an amazon in the flesh.

"She has to be 187," Todo thinks upon first seeing you and sizing you up from a respectable distance. "No, she's definitely closer to 185. Definitely, 185," he corrects as he tries to measure you by judging how far your head was away from the top door frame. When he glances down at your feet, he realizes his stupid mistake and smacks himself on the forehead. "I'm such an idiot. I forgot about her shoes." Taking your soles into account, he finally narrows down your height range. You have to be 182cm. An even 6 feet. That makes you taller than even Takada!

Todo's eyes widen upon the realization.

You had half his attraction factor right there; and with his help in training, you would definitely have the second half. He knows plenty of exercises that would make your ass look great and have the rest of your body strong enough to toss any curse. You guys could make training into dates, and dates would lead to the two of you making kissy faces. Aoi can already picture it. Naturally, you'd be admiring him, shirtless and glistening with sweat, unable to take your eyes off him. Then, you'd grow embarrassed when he would call you out on it and try to look away like you were never staring in the first place. Luckily for you, he wouldn't mind if you wanted to look at his chiseled chest a little while longer. Or better yet, touch it. 

Todo isn't sure what he's done to deserve such luck. Perhaps the world is rewarding him for finally breaking his record of 1000 sit-ups in an hour or maybe it's the limited-edition lucky Takada-chan charm that arrived in a mail a week earlier working its magic?

Either way, this might be the best year of his life, Todo decides.

That is until he hears a familiar voice. 

"Hey there! How are you doing?" Yuuji asks loudly as he walks up to your person. Todo should've known. Of course, his brother would sense best girl material walking into the building.

"My name is Yuuji. What's yours?"

"I'm (Name). I'm a new student here. I'm a little lost actually. Could you help me out?"

Even your voice sounds so cute! You were so perfect.

That means Yuuji had no chance with the way he was doing things now. Despite Todo wanting you for himself, he could never leave his brother to make such an embarrassment of himself. If the two of them are to battle for your love, it has to be a fair battle.

"Yeah, the dorms are thi—" Yuuji yelps as he's suddenly tugged away from you and dragged around the nearest corner, leaving you in a confused state where you stood.

"What’s the big idea?" Yuuji asks, breaking free from the grasp that held him.

"I'm trying to save you, brother! What do you think you're doing walking up to a woman like that so casually?" Todo asks.

It takes Yuuji a few seconds to realize that Todo meant you were the woman that couldn't be so casually spoken to since he's fairly sure you're a first-year like him. "I'm pretty sure she's the same age as us, dude."

This is worse than he thought. He's definitely going to have to give Yuuji the rundown on how to properly ask a girl out. "That doesn't matter. She's still a lady that requires finesse if you're going to try to ask her out," Todo says. 

Sadly, they are too busy in their discussion to notice you getting impatient for Yuuji to return or to notice another one of your classmates passing them and heading in your direction. You are just thankful to finally have someone help walk you to your dorm and not ditch you instead.

For the rest of the day, Yuuji is stuck with Todo lecturing in his ear. The first time being at the baseball game against the Kyoto school.

"First, you need to set the mood. And by mood, I mean you need to get her attention on you. Do something to impress her without her knowing you're trying to impress her," Todo instructs as you round home base on long legs, which Todo claims is made for a goddess. You were able to get a score for the team thanks to Fushiguro's sacrifice bunt, and the two of you take a seat in the dugout.

"Shouldn't you be helping your team?" Yuuji asks Todo after seeing him compliment your score. Todo sighs. Obviously, Yuuji needs more lessons. 

Eventually, Yuuji steps up to the plate for his turn. Naturally, he hits a home run. As he rounds home, he sees you applauding loudly. Your eyes perfectly on him. It definitely feels good to have a cute girl's attention, and Yuuji realizes that he did really want to ask you out. He wonders if Todo thinks that's a good way to set the mood.

The next time Todo decides to instruct Yuuji is after they all take their showers and decide to rest up before dinner. "Next, you need to leave a letter under her door. Something to pique her interest and make her want to meet up with you."

Luckily, Yuuji has seen this before in anime. "Right, right. I heard of that actually." He easily drafted a letter and slid it under your dorm door. It sounds like you're talking to someone else on the other side so Yuuji hopes you'll see it in time so the two of you can meet up in fifteen minutes.

"Finally, make sure the place you meet up is scenic," Todo says, nodding his head and closing his eyes to repeat the steps in his head as he follows his brother to the school's courtyard. Impress? Check. Letter? Check. Scenic meet-up place? Check.

It isn't until he feels Yuuji's hand on his shoulder and a quick thanks that Todo realizes his mistake. Yuuji rushes away from him to the other side of the courtyard where you're waiting with the letter in hand. 

"My name is Yuuji. I don't know if you remember me from class."

"Oh, yes, I know! You hit that homerun. It was really great."

Todo stands in shock. 

...He was so busy trying to teach that he actually forgot to pursue you first!

"Really? Thanks! I was just trying to make sure I actually hit it. I wasn't expecting it to go so far." Yuuji laughed. "So, (Name), I was wondering if you wanna go out together?"

Todo could cry. Actually, he already feels the tears coming down his face, but his brother could at least be happy. And if his brother is happy, that's all he needed!

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly. "I only showed up because I didn't want to stand you up, but the truth is I already like someone, and I wouldn't feel comfortable going out with someone when I have a crush on another person."

Todo's ears ring with your words. You already like someone!

"Oh, well, that's too bad, I guess. Thanks for telling me," Yuuji says with a disappointed yet understanding smile while Todo finds the opportunity to scoot in the middle of your conversation.

"Excuse me but your crush wouldn't happen to be on me by any chance?" he asks, hopeful.

You force a smile onto your face and tilt your head. "Sorry...Have we met?" you ask, nervously.

Todo gasps as he feels his world crashing down. Your date. Your marriage. Your kids. All gone, and it’s all black in his memory after that. The next thing he can recall is sitting in the eating area with Itadori. He remembers this heartache once before. "It's just like with Takada-chan..." he mumbles heartbrokenly.

"I told you already. We never went to the same middle school, and you never confessed to Takada," Yuuji grumbles, but Todo knows that Yuuji is only trying to make him feel better. He is so lucky to have such a good brother.

"Who...Who do you think it is anyway?"

Yuuji pauses.

He actually wonders that as well.

Then, they hear your voice ringing through the dining hall. Immediately, both sets of eyes are on you. 

"Fushiguro-kun, I wanted to thank you for helping me get settled into the academy. My mom gave me a buy one, get one free for a sushi place for when I made some friends, so...I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?"

Then, Yuuji finally gets it. He had been ignoring the small conversations happening around him the entire time thanks to Todo's interruptions.

The Hall.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for the dorms. Gojo-sensei was supposed to show me, but he got sidetracked so I've been sort of left on my own."

"Of course, he did. Geeze, that guy." Megumi sighs. "You can follow me. I'll show you where some empty rooms near the other girls are."

"Thank you so much! I'm (Name) by the way."

"Fushiguro," he states plainly and simply as you struggle behind him with your luggage. "Is that stuff heavy? Want me to help you carry it?"

”Yes. My arms got numb while I was waiting. Thank you so much!”

The Game.

"Out!" Gojo says. Fushiguro rounds first base to head back to the dugout, but you at least made it home to score. You head to the dugout as well.

"That's too bad, Fushiguro. You'll get it next time," you say, sitting next to him.

"As long as Kugisaki made it to second and you made it home then it's fine. I'm not really too hyped up on winning anyway."

”Oh. I was really looking forward to seeing you get one.”

”Too bad. Guess you’ll have to wait,” and by “wait” Megumi had meant probably not ever but you laughed anyway even though you had got what he meant. 

”I don’t mind waiting.”

The Dorms.

"Kugisaki-san said you could summon different shikigami animals."

"That's true."

"Would you mind showing me sometime? I love animals."

"What is your favorite?"

"I really like rabbits. Are you able to summon those?"

"Not at the moment, but I’ll show you when I learn it. How do you feel about dogs instead?"

”That cute dog was yours? That’s amazing.”

And now.

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't really in the mood for anything at school anyway," Fushiguro agrees, and your face lights up with a glow that could rival sunshine. Yuuji thinks if he squints he can see the anime hearts starting to dance over your head but Fushiguro didn't seem to mind.

Itadori could almost laugh. That's a new record in anyone ever befriending Fushiguro. The two of you must have hit it off really well. Yuuji smiles. In that case, he couldn't be upset. That must mean fate has something in store for you guys, and he didn't want to get in the way. "I guess girls really do like that cool, quiet type."

Meanwhile, Todo is crying in defeat. How could a woman like you like Fushiguro? 

"He's so boring though..."

#yuji itadori x reader #aoi todo x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #megumi x reader

[nightingaelic]

could you do Fallout New Vegas companion’s reactions to a Courier Six who is also the Lone Wanderer telling their stories from their time in DC? (bonus points for Arcade’s reaction to them hating the enclave, and if that would make him decide to keep his past hidden even longer, or if he would still tell them?)

The logistics and implications of this make my head spin. This is also super long, honestly I should just quit writing reacts and start writing fics OH WAIT

Getting the courier talking was a tough thing to do, but on nights where the moon was full and the coyotes' howls were miles away or at least behind some stout walls, on nights where they were a few beers in and they hadn't seen another living soul in a few days, that Mojave Express deliverer started to reminisce. That wasn't really the surprising part, though. No, the surprising part was what they would remember, fondly or not-so-fondly: A world apart from the desert, a continent away on another coast, and stories of life in a vault, a missing father, pure water and a Brotherhood divided.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade didn't mind these moods, at least when they first cropped up. He nodded along as the courier talked about living in their father's shadow, about feeling cornered by their own family's legacy. He hung on their words about living in the cradle of America's history, about Project Purity, all of the gritty details of modifying a GECK to bring water to a devastated wasteland.

Eventually though, the courier's memories soured, with the arrival of Enclave remnants in their life. Arcade folded into himself with every harsh word, every jolt of plasma that had disrupted his friend's world relived in horrific detail. They gestured angrily as they described their newfound purpose, their battle for power with the fractured Brotherhood of Steel at their back, and their smug satisfaction at the moments they were able to crack open Raven Rock and the Enclave's mobile base crawler and lay waste to their tormentors.

It took a few rounds of these stories before the courier noticed he shrank and grew quiet whenever they neared the end of their story about breaking into another vault to find the GECK. They stopped abruptly one night. "What's up with you?"

"Um..." Arcade scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Nothing. Nothing, I just... have some personal experience with the Enclave, myself."

The courier sighed. "Yeah, there's a few people walking around the West Coast that have similar stories to mine. Arroyo's full of them, for one. Is it something like that?"

Arcade took a deep breath. "I feel... well, it's a lot closer to home, for me. Close enough to raise questions, so I don't talk about it much."

"Close enough to..." The courier twisted their face up in confusion for a moment, before realization set in and their eyes grew large. "You were... your... oh."

"Mmm-hm."

"Well, fuck me." The courier smiled and popped a cap off of another beer. "I've been doing all the talking, haven't I? Let's hear your story about working with the guys in power armor who ruined my life, right after dad did."

Craig Boone: Whenever the courier started up like this, Boone couldn't help but notice a familiar twinge of regret and self-doubt in their voice. It shone through most clearly when they spoke about their time with the Brotherhood of Steel, the men and women they'd fought alongside and lost during their struggle against the remnants of the Enclave. It was there, too, in their story about returning to the vault they grew up in, setting the chaos that had arisen in their wake to rest, but not being able to go back to the way things were.

Boone didn't pry. He knew that feeling well. Instead, he cracked open bottles of beer, liquor, soda, whatever they had on hand during their nights in the desert, and just listened. He'd done the same for Carla, when they were younger and new to each other and he couldn't get enough of her voice and how it flowed endlessly, easily, the way his never could. He absorbed it all now as he did then: The joy, the pain, the loss, the fear, the triumphs and falls and abandoned dreams that filled the courier up and drove them to travel west, beyond anything they had ever known.

That last part stumped Boone a bit, though. "Why didn't you stay?" he finally asked one night.

They looked surprised. "Stay? Stay where? I didn't have a home anymore."

Boone shook his head. "With the Brotherhood. Or some other settlement."

"Like Megaton?" The courier sighed. "I thought about it. Close to the vault, friendly people, easy work... I guess I just didn't want to wind up... stuck."

They flushed red and looked away from him. Boone knew why they were embarrassed, but he also knew the truth in their words.

Sometimes the courier cried after they had finished, though they did their best to hide it. Boone pretended not to notice. He was pretty sure they knew he was pretending, but he was also pretty sure that pointing it out would be worse than just letting it be an open secret between them. The silence between them endured, but something grew inside it and flourished. Some kind of deeper understanding.

Lily Bowen: The more the courier spoke, the more Lily made connections in her muddled mind. Of course they knew the basic layout of most vaults, they had grown up in one. Of course they were extra-sensitive to the Mojave heat, they had come to the desert from the cooler of the two coasts. Of course they'd been extra-wary around the super mutants or nightkin of Jacobstown, they had only known angry super mutants looking to grow their own numbers through any means necessary.

Their shared experience of growing up inside a vault reminded Lily of happier days, and she often asked questions about Vault 101 during the courier's stories. "Were you sweet on anyone inside your old home?" she asked, with a big smile befitting a proud grandma.

The courier blushed. "That's not very polite, Lily."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie."

"No, no it's okay." The courier smiled. "There was a boy who picked on me a lot, but I never figured out whether he did it because he hated me or liked me. His name was Butch. And there was Amata, my childhood friend. She was the daughter of the Overseer."

"Daughter of the Overseer?" Lily grinned. "I'm sure she was a lovely young woman."

The courier looked a little misty. "Yeah. She was. Probably still is."

Lily pulled a handkerchief that used to be a small tablecloth from inside her overalls and handed it over. "Maybe we can go back there together, pumpkin," she offered. "I always wanted to travel to the capital. We can visit your friends, see the sights."

"Yeah, maybe someday." The courier accepted the gift and blew their nose. "I've got some things I need to finish up here before I even think about wandering back east, though."

"Then let's make a list and do our chores," Lily said happily. "Number one?"

"Ohhhh, man." The courier smiled up at her. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul got a faint smile on his face whenever the courier started up like this, as if their memories reminded him of another place he had come from, another time. While they couldn't have more different backgrounds, pasts- hell, he had several hundred years on the courier, even if they shared the same road today- there was something in the description of the other roads they had walked that made him feel warm on a cold night.

"What's on your mind?" The courier asked him one night, when Raul's smile grew larger than usual.

"Nada, boss," he reassured them. "You're just a good reminder that I can change my mind about the future anytime I'd like. Tell me the one about that radio DJ again."

"Again?" The courier rolled their eyes. "Why? I could tell you a million stories about Underworld and all the ghouls that lived there, but all you want to hear about is Three Dog. You'd probably have more in common with the Underworld folks, honestly."

Raul nodded noncommittally. "Sí, but my favorite stories are about people who had to rise above bad situations and become someone uncommon. Anyone who's able to do that is either fighting for something great or running from something terrible. Sometimes both."

The courier shot him a skeptical look. "Three Dog's holed up in his radio station 24/7, he's not running from anything or out fighting for anything. All that stuff about 'the good fight' is a load of bull."

"Now, now, Six," Raul chastised. "Just because he looks like your average pendejo doesn't mean he isn't doing his part. You even told me his radio show is inspirational for the Capital Wasteland folks."

The courier held their hands up in the air and bobbled them, as if balancing an invisible scale. "The duality of man. Being an average pendejo, or convincing everyone around you that you aren't actually an average pendejo and can pull off miracles."

Raul laughed. "And which one are you, boss?"

"Eh, I'm still figuring it out."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass was never one for fixating on her own past, but she couldn't help but sympathize with the courier whenever they deigned to add onto their unbelievable story. It was hard enough for her to navigate her own damn life: She couldn't imagine being called upon to steer an entire area's destiny.

After another night of recalling their life inside a vault with their dad, then their unexpected loss of him right after being reunited on the surface, the courier stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," they said.

Cass paused her swig of precious whiskey. "What?"

"I keep going on and on about my dad, and here you are not knowing what happened to yours."

"Eh." Cass took her drink and waved her hand around until the burning swallow made its way down. "S'loads of people in the wasteland without a clue what happened to their pops. I'm not special. In fact, I'd say it probably hurts a bit more, what happened with yours."

"Well, all the same." The courier sank deeper into their seat and examined their own bottle of spirits. "I feel like an open book, tonight. Anything you want to know about where I came from that I haven't already spilled?"

Cass thought for a moment. "Tribals."

"What about them?"

"Does the East Coast have them? You're not the first traveler I've met from there, but none of you have so much as mentioned any tribals out east."

"Mmm." The courier looked thoughtful. "I guess we do have them, though maybe not in the traditional sense. There's a mess of them in Point Lookout for sure, and at least one tribal group in the Capital Wasteland outright, but beyond that things are more... loose. Fewer intact families, fewer intact homes."

"Huh." Cass took another drink. "Maybe that's where my dad went."

She let the courier stew in the awkward silence for a bit before she grinned and reached out to smack them. "Just kidding. Keep going. I want to hear about that giant robot again."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica usually sat and listened, spellbound, picturing a chapter of her order that had realized the very thing she kept trying to tell the Elders and made the ultimate sacrifice to follow their hearts anyway.

Well, maybe Elder Owyn Lyons hadn't come to the same realization as her, but he had had a change of heart that split his company and cut them off from almost everyone they had ever known. It had been five years since the High Elders had instituted radio silence toward their East Coast chapter, and so far there had been no attempts to re-establish contact.

Veronica prodded the courier for any info she could get about the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel. The courier let slip pretty early in their friendship that Elder Owyn Lyons had passed away, which wasn't unexpected. The man was 76 years old, after all. She learned on one particularly emotional night that his daughter, Elder Sarah Lyons, was also dead, something she wasn't sure even the Western Elders were aware of. That memory was clearly painful for the courier though, so Veronica didn't press for details.

"And the Enclave?" the Scribe asked one night, arms wrapped around her knees. "Are they completely gone?"

The courier grew cold. "Yes. I made sure of it."

"Right." Veronica nodded. "So the Brotherhood took over the air force base they were at. It must have been chock-full of tech and resources, if it was the Enclave's last stand."

"It was." The courier sighed and shifted in their seat. "And it woke up some of our brothers and sisters to their original mission in the Capital Wasteland. I thought maybe that selfishness had died with Liberty Prime, but... well, I didn't like it, so I left."

"Mmm, yeah." Veronica nodded again, sympathetically this time. "I know how you feel. Felt."

"Feel," the courier agreed. "I just wish there was more I could've done. Maybe there wasn't anything else, short of seizing power."

"You'd definitely get pushback for that in the Brotherhood," Veronica agreed. "But you might get that chance out here in the broader Mojave."

ED-E: At first, ED-E enjoyed the stories, trumpeting and cooing various beeps at the appropriate moments for emphasis. The one time the courier began badmouthing the Enclave, however, the eyebot waited until they had finished before playing back the first tape that Dr. Whitley had recorded before its trip.

The courier listened to the scientist's words from years ago, deflating slightly as it played out. When the tape had finished, they stood up and checked the eyebot over. "He sent you toward Navarro, huh?"

ED-E beeped affirmation, and the courier sighed. "But Navarro was already gone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm... well, me and the Brotherhood of Steel back east are responsible for your previous master's decision to send you away. Might be responsible for more, too."

ED-E beeped sadly. The courier pressed their forehead against the eyebot's metal dome in apology.

Rex: Well, surprising for most. Rex was not most. As soon as the courier got really into their recollections, Rex usually yawned and went to sleep. He stirred when he felt their hand reach down to scratch the ruff of his neck, or pat the glass dome that held his brain.

"Good dog," the courier said, through the veil of sleep. "You remind me of another pup that used to follow me around."

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout companions react #fallout companions #fallout new vegas companions #fallout new vegas companions react #fnv companions #fnv companions react #arcade israel gannon #arcade gannon #craig boone #lily bowen #raul tejada #raul alfonso tejada #rose of sharon cassidy #cassidy #veronica santangelo #ed-e #rex #fallout 3 #fo3 #enclave #brotherhood of steel

[givemethatgold]

Fix’er Upper Pt 2

Pairing: Eventual Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Length: 1.5k words

Warnings: Too many commas, some extra ‘u’s in words as I’m Canadian..., not enough time spent world building. Hope y’all got an imagination.

Notes: They meet! They meet!  (Tags at the end.)

PART ONE

The morning sun saw Frankie already awake and amidst his trees. He knew that most people thought him stubborn by wanting to run his little orchard himself. He had heard the whispers, seen the side glances, the quirked eyebrows. The odd reputation he was gaining was worth the solitude and peace he had found.

The reputation of Town Recluse was better than That Ex-Cokehead Murderer. A small part of his brain knew that he was being too hard on himself but a larger part was convinced he deserved it. 

So, he worked his penance here. Frankie nursed the trees back to fruition, his sweat and blood sacrificed to bring forth life; refusing to use pesticides or any form of agent that might harm another living thing. Deer, rabbits, mice, and bugs were the bane of a harvester’s business but Frank had decided to find joy in their presence. If he didn’t have to see another death until his own, that would still be too soon.

It had taken him three years to get anything more than a few barrels of apples. Most asked why he didn’t just cut them all down and start anew. They didn’t understand, hell he barely did, but in his soul, Frankie knew he needed to prove that he could do good. He had made his own baskets, built sheds, mended fences, and slowly built the business and a small loft for himself in the old barn.

Looking down the rows and rows of trees, Frankie was starting to get the feeling he might need help this harvest season. It wasn’t easy for him to acknowledge this but if he didn’t get at least one helping hand, more than a few bin-fulls would go to waste. Frankie decided he would put up a flyer on the notice board the next time he went to town and pray that only quiet people would apply.

The trees were his pride and joy. A variety that had been lost and forgotten until he had bought the aging orchard and a man named Tom Brown had come along asking about the fruit.

He felt at peace when he worked as it let his mind focus on the job at hand and was tired enough to slip into a deep slumber at night. Previously plagued by nightmares, long days of pruning, fixing, or working in the mill proved the cure for a dreamless sleep.

“I’m sorry, how much did you say the total was?” you asked while rapidly trying to do some math in your head. If you purchased everything you needed at the hardware store that would only leave you forty-seven dollars left in this week’s budget. And it was only Monday. “Ermm, on second thought, I don’t know if I really need the plaster and trowel just yet. I’ll just take the drywall and screws, please.”

Leaving the store, head down, you were feeling like such an ass you didn’t even notice the two older ladies watching your exit and whispering madly to each other. The owner of Hank’s Hardware, whose name was oddly Allan, kindly helped you pile the drywall into your truck box. You were too busy with the tie-downs to notice him join in on the developing whispered plot.

Unable to resist, you purchased a bouquet of sunflowers. They were your favourite and, once you mentioned that you were new in town, the sweet older gentleman selling them gave you an extra bunch for free. The bright flowers lightened your heart enough to almost, almost, make you forget your even lighter wallet. 

The laden-down truck was nearly out of town when you spotted an open-air market down a side street. It had a surprising number of booths set up and looked so welcoming that you couldn’t resist.

Slowly walking between the stalls, you smiled at each vendor and complimented their handiwork. A few you recognized and thanked for the delicious foods they had brought by when you had first moved in.

You wished you could have supported more of the vendors, you respected their ability to create and be confident enough to share their wares. Taking one last look around, your gaze was caught by a familiar logo: it was the same one you had seen scattered across your porch a few weeks ago. ‘Catfish Cider’ in bold script framing a picture of a gnarled old tree. Maybe you should buy some and have Jacquie over for a less depressing girl's night? But could you afford it, even with leaving behind some of the reno items at Hank's?

You didn’t realize how long you had been standing there staring at the display until a voice called out.

“You gonna buy something or just wanted to block off my stand?”

Whipping your head up you noticed the man standing behind the stand for the first time. His face, for the moment, set into a grimace you assumed was due to him being upset at your loitering.

“I dunno,” you fired back, annoyed by his annoyance and too tired to stop yourself from saying a bratty, “is it actually worth the money?” 

His grimace turned into eyebrow-raising shock, the tan skin of his rather attractive face reddening a shade or two with anger.

“Oh, you have such a discerning pallet to know better?”

“I- what? No! I just want to make sure I’m spending my money on something worthwhile.”

“Like flowers?” He challenged, his stance widening and arms crossing across his chest. 

You’d seen that pose too many times in the past; Brad used to tower over you posturing himself just like this asshole at the market. He liked to hover over you menacingly any time you had mustered up your courage to state an opinion or to belittle your ideas. It made you inwardly flinch, making you angry at yourself for still acting like a meek victim, and then, in a show of great maturity, you projected that anger onto the stranger who initiated the exchange.

“Like it’s any of your business!” You cried out in a shrill voice you didn’t even recognize as your own. “But yes, these flowers make me happier than anything else I’ve seen today could.”

“I’ll have you know-” he ground out, jabbing his finger at you.

“Nope!” You interrupted him, “I’m going to stop you right there. I’m done listening to men like you!” 

“Men like me? Men like ME?” He crowed, “Pray tell, what the hell do you know about men like me?”

Had you been acting like a functioning adult you might have realized that your voices were beginning to get noticeably loud. A small crowd around the two of you had stopped what they were doing to listen while also trying to look like there weren’t eavesdropping.

“I know all I need to,” you proclaimed, not quite able to stop the tremble in your voice. “and I’m not going to waste any more of my life listening to one.” With that, you sharply turned and made your way through the suddenly thick crowd of people.

Once the adrenaline from your encounter had worn off, you found yourself crying in your truck and regretting the way you had snapped. The hot guy at the stand might have been a bit brash with you but he hardly deserved you taking out all your inner turmoil on him like that.

Frankie winced again, thinking about how quickly out of hand the conversation had gotten. His remark was supposed to come out light and teasing but he was out of practice talking to people. Pretty people. People who were framed by armfuls of sunflowers, whose skin glowed in the Autumn sun, who had a ready smile for everyone she talked to. 

He had found himself craving one for himself, and when she had stopped at his booth, looking lost in thought, he silently begged for her to look up. Impatient, he just blurted out the first words that came to his head and instantly regretted even trying. His cheeks grew red from embarrassment and Frankie just stood there looking at her blankly, not sure how to salvage the situation.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize though, the woman responded with a retort of her own. While it could have been interpreted as teasing, there had been a fiery glint in her eye that had pushed his pride button. Frankie was suddenly ready to throw down or at least regale her with the accolades of his cider and how it came to be.

What a mess he had made. He had riled up the beautiful stranger to the point her voice had wavered with barely repressed emotion. Not to mention the stir he had caused in front of half the town.

Once the market quieted down and everyone was closing up shop, Greg from the stall next to his, called over, “Know who that was?”

Even though it had been over an hour since the spat, Frankie knew he was referring to the woman with the sunflowers.

“Hopefully just some Leaf Peeper, I’d hate to run into her again.”

“Oooooh I dunno,” mused Greg, “A woman with passion in her blood like that can be a boon to crusty old men like us.”

Frankie noticed the gleam in Greg’s eyes and felt an odd burning in his stomach because of it. It was not jealousy at the unbidden image of Greg and the woman together. Definitely not.

PART THREE

@rebelliouscat @pedro4ever @speakerforthedead0 @yespolkadotkitty @ilikechocolatemilkh @weirdowithnobeardo @pedro-pastel @disgruntledspacedad @a-skov 

#Fix'er Upper #Frankie Catfish Morales #frankie x reader #catfish x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you

[rk1kheadcanons]

Markus and Connor are secret dating b/c Connor doesn't wanna be out to the world yet. The Jericrew (-Connor) go drinking and Markus gets *drunk* and starts rambling about his boyf after he rebuffs an advance made by a lady at the bar super sappily, but no matter how hard the others press him, they just get "oh, his eyes are the color of warm chocolate..." answers as to who this boyf is

You would never know Markus was drunk.

He didn’t stutter or slur when he spoke, he didn’t sway or trip over his feet. He didn’t giggle goofily or speak overly loud. He was perfectly composed, as much the charismatic android sober as he was when he was intoxicated.

What he did do, however, was go on long monologues like a Shakespearian stage actor.

Which would be fine, if Markus’ favorite subject to wax poetic about wasn’t his mysterious boyfriend, whom he’d sworn not to reveal the identity of until they were ready. Which would also be fine, if that mysterious boyfriend wasn’t Connor, who was often sitting right next to him (and slowly but surely bluescreening his way into that big Windows XP wallpaper in the sky) as he sang and lathered compliment after compliment, steadily giving away clues that were so blatant that it was a miracle that no one had figured them out yet.

Markus never remembered what he’d done the next day, and whenever Connor mercilessly played back his memories, his poor lover was as embarrassed as he was apologetic. Connor could hardly begrudge him (frankly he didn’t know what sane person on this planet could ever begrudge Markus, but that was just Connor’s correct opinion). What could they even do about it? Should he demand Markus consciously control himself? It wasn’t like Connor was any better at it. Give the RK800 too many AMB’s (Adios Motherboards) and he would be on top of the nearest table and scream-singing his every professionally repressed emotion, regardless if it was a karaoke bar or not. Hence why he never imbibed more than he could handle when they were around their friends. The last thing he wanted to do was sloppily propose to Markus after a long and terrible rendition of K-Ci and JoJo.

And Connor wouldn’t dream of telling Markus to measure the contents of his drink like Connor did. Not when his breaks were so rare, and getting him to relax and let loose was like pulling teeth.

It was just in the cards that their big revelation as a couple would be in a random bar at 3AM, with Markus saying something along the lines of “my boyfriend’s name starts with a C and rhymes with Donner”, and Connor had made peace with that.

“Scarlet woman!” Markus cried, at some random bar at 3AM, surrounded by their drunken comrades. Ah, would this be the night? Connor thought, on the correct side of buzzed as he watched on from the table right next to them, a heady mix of dread and amusement running through his computer soul. “Jezebel! How d a r e you solicit my happily taken hand!”

The waitress, who looked like she regretted serving their table, let alone attempting to get the number from the happily taken hand, raised her hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry,” she said peaceably and with the calm air of someone who dealt with drunks as a job choice, “just trying to shoot my shot, ya know?”

Markus nodded at her magnanimously, because he was a kind and forgiving man even as a drunken buffoon. “Fret not. I pardon you of this most heinous slight, for if you knew the one to own my heart, you would understand that no other could compare.”

“Sure thing dude,” she said goodnaturedly, packing up and replacing drinks around their tables expertly, and parting with a “have a good night Romeo.”

“But who can no other compare to? WHOMST??” asked North, throwing her torso onto the table and looking up at Markus pleadingly.

“We’ve ruled out Jerry #451, Claudia, Baris from accounting, and Jerry #36,” Simon rattled off. He was looking down at a napkin that he had scribbled the names of all of their potential suspects. “I’ve got it. It’s Baris.”

North rolled her eyes. “We already said it wasn’t Baris.”

“Ohhh. Right, right.” Simon nodded his head and continued to not cross off the names of the people they had decided against, as he had been doing all night.

“How about you describe them a little?” Josh put in, reasonable, and therefore slightly less wasted than everyone else. “Hair color? Height? Eyes? Something?”

“Nay, I must not speak thusly!” Markus declared, back of his hand over his forehead and everything. “For if I were to tread down that forbidden road, I would surely not be able to stop myself from breaking our sacred oath of secrecy!”

“Oh my goOOOOOOOd I hate this fucking oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath,” North threw her head back and cried to heavens, which, considering her positon, was probably going to be hell on her neck come morning. “Come on! Break your oath! Be like Thor and wield oathbreaker goddamnit!”

“You might be thinking of Stormbreaker,” Connor added, the need to try and reason with alcoholics apparently embedded in his programming.

North narrowed her eyes at him, or rather his torso, since her chin was very resolutely still resting on the table. “If you think I’m thinking right now then you are drunker than I am.”

Connor lifted his barely touched glass to her in a toast because how dare she be lucid enough to clap back so quickly. A well deserved rebuttal fucking cheers.

“Glasses!” Josh exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “Do they wear glasses? That should narrow down some people.”

“That’s right! That’ll tell us if they’re an android or not. Androids don’t wear glasses! Our eyes are like...fucking...better and shit!”

“Unless….” Simon narrowed his eyes, pausing dramatically. “....they do.”

North gasped. Josh put his hands on either side of face, muttering; “holy fucking shit he’s right.”

Markus scoffed. “Their eyes do not hide behind paltry spectacles! His beautiful orbs, so soft and caring when his gaze lands upon my person, seeing into my very soul, are the warmest chocolate brown!”

‘Ah shit here we go,’ Connor thought, wishing not for the first time that he could just down his drink and join everyone else in blissful, idiotic cavorting. The soft, melodic piano and crooning words of All My Life playing over the speaker stayed his hand. Best not take any chances

“HE!” Simon burst out, tipping over in his chair. “He say he! Them is He!”

“Are we talkin’ Hershey’s or Dove?”

“Ghirardelli you fucking plebs!”

“Oi!” North banged her hand on the table so hard it left a handprint indented in the wood. It was one amongst many however, and not all of them left by their party. Such was the price for serving android drinks at a human bar - you either shelled out for sturdier furniture or the dents and chips became a charming aspect of your décor. “Don’t get spicy with us Sir Lancelot!”

“Apologies fair maiden,” Markus responded easily. He took her hand delicately and made a sweeping bow over it. “Alas, my passions got away from me.” He dropped her hand and whirled around, coat billowing with the movement and most assuredly by accident, placing both hands to his thirium pump. “Conjuring up the magnificent images that is the love of my life oft times sends my emotions into a tizzy! His hair; cloud like in my grasp as I run my fingers threw earthen chestnut tendrils - ”

‘Hhhhhhhhhhhhn so many adjectives Markus whyyyyyyyyyy,’ Connor wheezed internally. He didn’t bother trying to keep down his blush. Markus was nowhere near done laying on the compliments and he’d be subjecting himself to an endless loop of canceling the process. Besides, he could just blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol - wait no. What!? WHAT. Connor looked down at his drink and saw, to his mounting horror, that the glass was emptier than it had been a few minutes ago. Goddamn his automated rest mode cycle for transforming into fidgeting whenever he was nervous! He resolutely pushed the glass out of his immediate reach.

Nines, who was quietly sitting next to him, hunched over and taking notes on his own napkin, snapped his head up to attention when the glass brushed against his arm. His younger brother was looking from Connor to Markus, eyes narrowed suspiciously as Markus carried on. Connor didn’t like that look at all. It was always a risk inviting Nines to their little outings, the only thing Connor could bank on was Nines passing out - as his dear little bro was a notorious light weight - before his deductive skills could pierce through his drunken haze. Apparently Nines had chosen tonight of all nights, where Markus had never been more obvious about their relationship, to bloody pace himself.

If he could, Connor would be sweating bullets.

“ - a wit SO SHARP!!” Markus declared, foot now planted on his chair and shaking his fist to the ceiling as if it had insulted one of Carl’s paintings, “that neither an UNDEAD HOARD nor a POLITICIAN’S EGO could survive it’s precision strike!!”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, banger body, smarty pants, good at analyzing shit, likes animals” North listed off, holding a hand up and ticking a finger down. “Well that rules out all the Jerrys; they’re all redheads and they’re pretty aggressive about it - except for Jerry #86. Is your man-squeeze Jerry #86?”

“No no no last I heard Jerry #86 is dating Hatsume Miku’s bodyguard; Android Lucy Lawless.” said Simon.

“Tch. Lucky,” pouted North.

“Oh wow, she really kept that name huh?” Josh said, voice faint with wonder and disbelief. “That’s such a mouthful.”

“And who are you to question a Queen!?” snapped North.

“Huzzah and many blessings to the fortuitous couple!” Markus cheered, toasting a stein of frothy blue intoxication that looked as cartoonish as it did poisonous to the sky, knocking it back in several impressive gulps and slamming it back on the table. “BUT NEITHER OF THEM CAN COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY AND GRACE THAT IS MY LOVE!!” he boomed, louder and more British by the second. “WHO’S CURIOSITY AND INTELLECT A CHERISHED BOON TO I, BUT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION TO HIS ENEMIES - !”

North slapped her hand on the table several times, the proverbial light bulb lighting up in her eyes - oh. No not proverbial. There was currently little lightbulb emojis pictured in her pupils. Yet another drunken download added to the bill. Connor was glad he’d drawn the long straw on ‘irresponsible buying duty’ tonight. No doubt there would be a lot of strange receipts to sort through in the morning. “Oh! I know I know! It’s Josh!”

So startled by this declaration/accusation, Josh jumped in his seat. “What!?”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, hot, obnoxious, smart - everything FITS!”

“...he didn’t say obnoxious,” Josh muttered, then physically shook sanity back into himself. “It can’t be me. I think I’d know if I was dating Markus!”

Simon leaned in closer towards Josh, arm on the table, determination in his mien. “But what if…” Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he smoothly cracked open his Thirium berry blast bahama mama banana punch wine cooler, and proceeded to pour it just two centimeters off from his glass, all over the table. “You don’t know.”

Josh was shook in the face of this evidence. North narrowed her eyes so hard that they were just closed at this point. “Highly suspicious.”

“No. Nooooo. No? No! Of course I’m not. Right Markus?”

Markus steepled his fingers together and cackled in a way that most people would find concerning, but Connor just found it adorable. He would saving that in his memory banks. “I’ll never tell~,” he sing songed.

“H i g h l y s u s p i c i o u s.”

“I know who it is,” Nines suddenly said, calm but with such confidence that he was easily heard amidst the ruckus. He had his elbows planted on the table, chin resting upon his entwined fingers. Steele grey eyes swept over the now quiet group, everyone waiting with baited breath.

“Grant us your wisdom ‘o soothsayer,” Markus whispered, eyes wide with anticipation and literally perched on the edge of his seat. Connor seriously measured the pros and cons of just throwing his portion of the tab on the table and yeeting himself out of the window.

“It’s Sixty.”

Immediately the room erupted into scoffs and hisses of disbelief. North gave him a thumbs down and cupped her hand to her mouth, letting a long, “Booooo!”

“Why are you booing me I’m right!”

“BoooOOooOOOOOoooooo!” Markus, Josh and Simon joined in.

Connor blinked, and suddenly felt all of his concerns about Nines’ being the lynch pin in solving this mystery evaporate. If Markus transformed into a C grade Shakespeare impersonator when drunk, and Connor subconsciously wanted to be recruited by America’s Got Talent, then Nines became a consummate dumbass.

“That’s it!” North exploded. “Ten dollars says it’s Jerry #92! I caught him in a wig once!” She stood up, her chair sliding back from the force, and slammed a note on the table.

Simon also stood up with equal intensity. “Twenty says it’s Josh!” He reached into his pocket and slammed its contents onto the table. When he removed his hand six lego pieces, a My Little Pony leg, and two actual diamonds were revealed. Connor hoped dearly that the bartender cut Simon off soon.

“It’s not me!” Josh said exasperated. He paused, then pointedly pulled out some money and threw it in the pot as well. “I put forty on Brenden.”

“Bull! Shit!” North declared. “Fitness guru Brenden!? No way!”

“He fits the criteria.”

“I doubt ‘How To Tell If An Android Has Welded on Parts from China vs Russia in their Selfies’ videos on his YouTube channel is the kind analysis Markus was talking about.”

“You don’t know that! He didn’t specify...”

As the two continued to argue, with Simon chiming in with some non sequitur, and Nines tutting about these ‘ignorant fools and their blindness to the evidence presented’, Connor looked over to Markus. He was quiet. He had his elbow perched precariously on the edge of the table, his cheek resting on his fist, a small hat (that was not there literally two minutes ago) was on his head, folded from one of the bar napkins.

And he was looking at Connor as if he hung the moon and stars.

‘How could the world not already know,’ Connor thought, soft and warm inside, happy merely to be in his line of sight, ‘When he looks at me like that?’

Connor picked up his glass and lifted it. “One hundred dollars on Sixty.”

Chaos erupted. Nines threw his arms up and hooted like he’d won the super bowl. Josh tried to explain to him how that was mathematically impossible. North shook her head and warned him that he would live on the streets with an answer like that. Simon pulled out a Yu-Gi-Oh! Card and said he would give him this Charizard if he agreed with him that Josh was Markus’ secret boyfriend. Connor withheld himself from trying to convince drunk people that this was not how betting worked.

Maybe Connor shouldn’t worry so much about their relationship being discovered after all. At this rate, no one would know about he and Markus being together until the wedding invites.

#Detroit Become Human #Markus #Connor #Markus x Connor #RK1K #emiliaf25🌻 #emiliaf25 ask reply #North #Simon #Josh #RK900 #Markus: I bet 200 on Connor! #Simon: Pssh no way #Josh: Markus please don't waste you're money on throw away bets #North: Why don't you just bet on John Cena while you're at it #Nines: If Markus wants to give away money then let him #Connor: >:C #Connor: why do I hang out with you people...

[prettyboybarzal]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (5)

A/N: I’m sorry for this being late, and thank y’all for being okay with that and not wanting to kill me. Come chat to me about this chapter after you read! I wanna hear what y’all think.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, some ass slappin’, lots of cursing, bad attitudes... So, the usual.

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Pierre swore that you were full of shit when you said you wouldn’t fuck him again. But, it’d been two weeks since that little rendezvous in the bathroom and you hadn’t so much as looked at him since. In fact, you stopped showing up whenever the boys hung out which was a red flag all on its own. 

Each night that he inevitably ended up going home alone, he passed Charlie’s door wondering if you were in there with him, tangled in the sheets, faking another orgasm. His mind wandered to you and the sounds you made as he fucked you. How sweet they were and how clear it was that you didn’t have to fake with him. Admittedly, he thought about that a bit too much and he wondered if you thought about it too. He hoped you did. The idea of that night living rent free in your head was too good not to fantasize about.  

After a weekend of away games, Pierre returned home on Sunday night and found himself slowing as he passed Charlie’s door once again.

His dogs greeted him as he entered the apartment and he fed them before slipping down the hall to wash the weekend away in his own shower. Again, his mind wandered to thoughts of you as he massaged shampoo and conditioner into his scalp. And, despite his growing erection, he tried to drown the thoughts with the suds until, finally, he had to make the water temperature colder to shock it out of his system. 

When he finally stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist to continue through his routine. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when an unusual sound floated through his apartment. He peaked out the door to check if it was the dogs, but they were both already laying in bed waiting for him. He turned the faucet off and stood still. 

“Pierre, fuck.”

His eyes went wide and he listened to the moans as reality crashed over him. He couldn’t believe it. You’d been so cocky, so clear that this would never happen again, but it was your voice that he heard moaning his name through the vents of his apartment building. 

Check mate.

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You truly didn’t want Charlie past the sex, but still you stayed in bed with him overnight and snuck out in the early morning. You never planned on it, and you really never cared for it to happen, but it always did. The moment his arms wound around you and tugged you against his chest, you were done for simply because it filled a void. It’d been a long time since you’d been held intimately in a way that didn’t involve your legs being wide open. So, you just let it happen.

You knew you had to draw the line, though. Because why would you settled for post-sex cuddles when you could hardly stand the guy? Why did you stay over when you found yourself sneaking off to his bathroom to finger yourself to the thought of his neighbor fucking you over a bathroom sink?

You couldn’t believe you actually stooped that low and you were thankful Charlie didn’t wake up to hear Pierre’s name fall from your lips. It was a shock even to yourself when you said it because in the two weeks since the bathroom, you hadn’t thought about it. Then again, you were avoiding the topic completely and now you were just a wall apart from him.

You didn’t stop yourself after you said it, though. You let your mind wander to the way his hands felt on your skin and the dirty words he grunted in your ear, and the way you felt with his cum dripping down your thighs. After your orgasm subsided and you came crashing down to Earth, you realized that even the thought of Pierre could make you cum when Charlie couldn’t at all.

When you slipped from Charlie’s apartment that morning, you were determined to put it behind you once again. But then you ran into Pierre in the elevator. Again. 

You felt your stomach plummet at the sight of him.

“Morning,” he greeted as you entered and hit the lobby button that was already illuminated. He gave you the once over, eyes fixed on the men's sweatshirt draped over your body. He repeated, “Good morning.” “It’s too early for you to be smiling at me like that. What do you want?”

“I knew these walls are paper thin, but apparently so are the vents,” he murmured. Your body ran cold. “Next time you find yourself having to sneak off to his bathroom to get yourself off to the thought of me, just come next door. I can take care of you, you know that.”

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s exactly what I’m offering.”

“Pierre, just drop it,” you grumbled, fingers pressing the bridge of your nose as if to relieve a headache before it even came on. You looked back up at him when you were met with silence and glared. “Don’t you ever fantasize about shit you shouldn’t? It’s not a big deal.”

“Nope,” he answered, popping the ‘p’. “And if you’re referring to us having sex in a bar bathroom, I haven’t thought about it even for a minute. Until I heard you moaning my name and I thought, ‘I should be a good friend and offer her my services again’.”

“We’re not friends.”

“No, we’re not,” he spoke. “I’ll correct myself.” He faced you, all cocky and smiling, shoulder leaned up against the wall beside you. “If she can’t stop thinking about my cock, I might as well offer her my services again.”

The elevator dinged, signaling that it’d reached the lobby, and Pierre stepped away.

“I already told you it’s never going to happen again.”

“Let me know when you change your mind.” 

---

“Hands off!” you yelped as soon as you turned into the kitchen. Seth and Josh were standing at the counter, fingers picking at the meal you’d been slaving over for the last hour. You shooed them away with the dish towel that was resting over your shoulder and they jumped away, giggling. “You two are awful.”

“We’re starving, YN.”

“And you won’t be in about fifteen minutes,” you said. “Now, move.”

Seth made himself scarce with one more lunge towards the food and though you whacked him with the towel once more, he still got away with another string bean.

“Thanks for making dinner,” Josh said, leaning back against the counter as you shuffled about the kitchen with more seasonings. “The boys were all out of groceries, me included.”

“Well, you’re leaving for a roadie, so I was honestly kind of expecting you all to show up at my door,” you murmured. “Grab some plates for me?”

There was a rhythm to your make-shift team dinners, so he knew where everything went for serving purposes. The boys raiding your kitchen the day before a long road trip was a common occurrence.

Josh started grabbing plates from the cabinet and as soon as they were stacked neatly on the counter, his phone began to ring. He stepped away slightly and answered. Pierre’s voice ripped through the kitchen.

“Yo, do you wanna grab sushi?”

His voice sent a chill down your spine, so you busied yourself with the dishes.

“Oh, sorry, bro,” he murmured. “I just ate at YN’s.”

He groaned loudly and as Josh turned the camera to show you, you flipped it off. He smiled when he saw you, “YLN, spare me a plate, would you?”

“You can starve, Dubois.”

Pierre laughed it off, and Josh spoke to him a few moments more until you signaled for the boys to come in and he said goodbye. They served themselves and shuffled out to the dining room table that was only ever used when they came by. 

When you finally settled down with them at the table, they were already talking over each other, laughing at a story that one of them was telling.

“What are you all laughing about like pre-teen boys?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Boone teased, “It’s about PL.”

You resisted a heavy roll of the eyes.

“You’ve piqued my interest, do tell.”

The sarcasm was evident in your tone but Boone launched into the story regardless of the face it was clear you didn’t care about the story involving Pierre. At least, outwardly. 

“We’re just ragging on him, taking bets on whether or not he’s going to get a free show tonight,” Boone laughed. Your blood ran cold and you snapped your head up from where you were looking at your plate. 

“What?” It took everything in you to keep your voice even as you furrowed your brows, attempting to mask the panic in your expression. 

“Apparently the vents at Pierre’s place are as thin as the walls because he heard some girl’s moans coming into his bathroom a few nights ago,” Seth said, speaking through laughter. 

“He said she sounded like she was enjoying herself,” Boone added, only making your jaw clench tighter. Josh snickered to himself, “And he enjoyed himself.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, come on, YN,” Seth sighed, like she was stupid or something, but when he saw she was serious, he laughed. “He jerked off after.”

You weren’t sure if you responded to that revelation, maybe a soft ‘oh’ before one of the other guys jumped in to comment on it, but you couldn’t remember. It felt like you blacked out the moment it was said.

All week, you were embarrassed that Pierre heard you, and it was made worse when he said he wasn’t also thinking of you. But he was lying, because of course he would be, and now you wanted to kill him for making you feel so… vulnerable. 

---

As soon as everyone was gone, you marched out to your car and began driving in the direction of Charlie’s apartment building. Except this time, you weren’t going to see him. You marched into the building, up to their floor, and all the way to Pierre’s front door. You didn’t hesitate once before knocking at his door, and he didn’t hesitate in pulling it open.

“Why did I know you were going to come over?”

“You fucking lied to me,” you said, jabbing a finger into his chest. He took a step back and you followed as you spoke. “You made me think I was crazy.”

“You are.”

“No, fuck you,” you barked. “You were all ‘I don’t think about you’ and ‘You gotta get over it’, but you jerked it to my moans the other night, you asshole.”

“Care to come inside so we don’t alert your boy toy?” 

Pierre stepped aside and let you into his apartment. You glared at him as he locked the front door and headed into the kitchen, assuming you’d just follow him, and of course, you did. He noticed the tupperware in your hand then and smirked.

“You brought me dinner, too, sweetheart?”

“I poisoned it,” you growled, deadpan. He laughed and took the leftovers from your hand to slide them into the fridge before returning to the pulled out stool at the counter. There was a plate resting in front of him with some sushi rolls, and he continued eating happily while you stood in the doorway watching. 

“Aren’t you going to say something?” You snapped, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him all too contently eating his dinner. 

“What is there to say?”

“What is there to say?” you repeated, voice lowering as you glared fixed on him. His hands faltered as he brought another sushi roll to his lips and you could tell you had him right where you wanted him. “Admit that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking me in the bathroom either.”

He turned on the stool to face you with a look of confidence and threw your words from the elevator right back at you, “Don’t you ever fantasize about shit you shouldn’t? It’s not a big deal. Right, YN?”

You rolled your eyes and tossed a curse his way before turning out of the kitchen to match towards the door. Pierre was hot on your heels, discarding his dinner plate with a clatter in the sink before he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“Be honest about what you want,” he spoke, voice low, eyes dark. His free hand curled around the base of your throat and he nudged your chin up with his thumb. “You want me to fuck you? We don’t have to like each other to fuck, angel.” He paused. “Is that what you want? Say it and we can both get what we want.”

“Pierre.”

“Say the words and I’m yours.”

“Fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, his hands all over your body, and he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you down the hall. Your back hit his mattress moments later, hair fanned out below your head as he kissed your neck, only detaching his lips from your neck as he peeled your shirt from your body and took his with it. He didn’t spend much time on foreplay, both of you already feeling revved up from weeks without touching each other. 

After stripping you of the rest of your clothes, Pierre flipped you onto your stomach and placed his hand on the back of your neck to press you down against the mattress. It trailed along your spine until it finally curled around your hip, the other gripped the other side and he tugged your ass up to pull it flush against the sweats he was wearing. 

Goosebumps rose along your skin beneath his fingertips and he smiled to himself, shaking his head in awe as he admired your naked body in front of him. He was thankful he’d flipped you so you couldn’t see the way he looked at you. It felt like he couldn’t get enough and he desperately didn’t want you to know. 

You wiggled your ass, beckoning him to do something, and his palm came down hard on it. You lurched forward with a filthy moan. 

“Oh, fuck,” you sighed out, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you. He ran his knuckles along the mark he left on your ass. 

“You like that?”

You hummed an affirmative sound and he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses from your tailbone to your shoulders. He shuffled behind you and you heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, then felt him hard against your ass. 

“Spread your legs,” he spoke. You did as you were told and he shifted closer to you, head of his cock brushing along your pussy lips. The sound of a condom wrapper tearing filled the room and he let out a deep breath as he rolled it over his member.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and slid it along your folds. He watched the tension in your back as your muscles constricted and your hands gripped the sheets again in preparation for his entrance. And then, finally, he was sliding into you with a groan. 

It didn’t take long for him to start railing you into the mattress. As he fucked you, he pressed you onto the bed and listened to you moan and scream as you took his cock. When he finally relieved that pressure on your back, you regained your composure enough to roll yourself back onto his cock and match his thrusts with a desperation of your own. His hands gripped your hips tightly as your ass bounced in front of him and he watched with wide eyes, mesmerized. 

“Taking my cock so well, sweetheart,” he praised.

“You fuck me so good.”

“Better than him?” he asked, pounding into you as he awaited your answer. You nodded, teeth biting into your bottom lip as you stifled more moans. His tone of voice held an animosity you’d never heard from him before, but his cock felt so good that the question was forgotten within seconds.

As he approached his orgasm, he curled around you, hand dropping to your clit to help you catch up to him. His thrusts were erratic and uncontrollable, and he huffed onto your breath as he moaned. 

“Come on,” he coached. “Cum with me.”

You chanted his name as he cursed into your skin. Your legs shook as your own orgasm washed over you and when you both finally came down, he eased himself out of you and rolled onto his back. 

There was a long moment of silence. A looooooong moment. And then you sat up and walked off to the bathroom to pee before gathering yourself in the mirror and retrieving your clothes from the floors of his apartment. 

Pierre was sitting at the edge of his bed with boxers on when you emerged from his bathroom. His head shot up at the sound of you re-entering the room and he watched as you approached the side of his bed to grab your clothes.

“Can you stop staring at me?” you snapped as you slipped into your thong. 

He cracked a smile and looked away, shaking his head in disbelief of your quick switch-up in attitude. He muttered, “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, and you’re fucking stupid.”

“Yeah, I really am,” he grunted as he stood. “I’ll be in the living room. Let me know when you’re leaving, I’ll lock up after.”

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[artzychic27]

The Primaries: Beautiful

Adrien: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary:

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of Senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known since I got here, and I ask myself—what happened? Students: Freak! Liar! Burnout! Moron! Poser! Dumbass!

Adrien: We were so tiny, happy and shiny! Playing tag, and getting chased! Students: Bitch! Jerk! Liar! Bullies! Adrien: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping! Baking cookies, eating paste! Students: Blowhard! Stuck-up! Tabloid! Adrien: Then we got bigger, that was the trigger Like the Huns invading Rome! Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome! Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon! Students: White trash! Adrien: Next year will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!... But I know, I know, life can be beautiful I pray, I pray for a better way If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...

*Alya trips Aurore* 

Aurore: Hey! Adrien: Just not today. *He goes to help her up* Hey, are you okay? Aurore: *She smacks his hand away* Don’t talk to me. Adrien: Oh, okay Students: Jerk! Liar! Poser! Doormat! Doormat! Doormat! Adrien: Things will get better soon as my letter Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown Wake from this coma, take my diploma Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés Lila: Watch it! Adrien: Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze! *Lila smacks Mireille’s lunch tray out of her hands*

Lila: Oops. Adrien: Lila Rossi. Third year as an Agreste Model, and tenth year of smacking lunch trays and being a lying bitch! Lila: Do you want me to tell your dad what you just said? Adrien: ... Shut up, Lila. But I know, I know... (I know, I know...) Life can be beautiful (Beautiful) I pray, I pray (I pray, I pray) For a better way (For a better way) We were kind before; (Ooh...) We can be kind once more (Ooh...) We can be beautiful... (Ooh... Beautiful...) *Nino taps on his shoulder*

Adrien: Ah!... Hey Nino. Nino: Hey! Adrien: Nino Lahiffe. My best friend since I started this school. Nino: We still on for movie night? Adrien: Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail. Nino: I rented "Jurassic Park." Adrien: Again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now? Nino: What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good Spielberg movie. Alya: Nino! You can’t go to movie night; I need your help with the Ladyblog. Adrien: Alya Ceasaire: Blogger. She is always jumping to conclusions. It often leads to trouble. Lila: Oh! Then that means you’re free tonight, Adrien! Adrien: No! Nino and I are having movie night! Work on the Ladyblog another time. Lila: I'm sorry, are you actually standing up to me? Adrien: Yes, I am! I wanna know what gives you the right to act like a high and mighty control freak. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future cocktail waitress!... Jean: Wow, Adrien! Your balls finally dropped. Congrats.

*The students laugh while Adrien blushes from embarrassment*

Adrien: Dear diary: Why... Myléne: Why do they hate us? Mireille: Why don't I fight back?

Marc: Why are they such creeps? Adrien: Why... Lila: Why won't he date me? Kim: Why did I hit him? Juleka/Mme. Bustier/Nino: Why do I cry myself to sleep? Adrien: Why... Students: Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!

... Students: Ah! Nathan, Chloé, and Mari...

Adrien: And then there's the Primaries. They float above it all... Students: I love Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... I hate Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... Adrien: Nathaniel Kurtzberg, president of the art club. His family is dangerous—they’re the Jewish mafia.

Students: I want Nathan, Chloé, and Mari...

Adrien: Chloé Bourgeois, my sort of best friend. Her dad runs the city. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for hair extensions. Students: I need Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... Adrien: And Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the Almighty... She has connections all over the world. They’re solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed even though they’re in my class... I would give anything to be like that. Aurore: I'd like to be their girlfriend. Students: That would be beautiful... Sabrina: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me. Students: So beautiful... Ooh... Nino: I'd like them to be nicer. Students: That would be beautiful... Ooh... Lila: I'd like to kidnap a Primary and photograph them naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave them tied up for the rats.

*Cut to the Primaries in the locker room* Marinette: And after we take down that tabloid blog, we-

Mme. Bustier: *She walks in* Ah, Marinette, Nathaniel, and Chloé. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell. You're late for class. Marinette: Oh, yes. It’d be a shame if we were late to a class that had us read fairytales about princes kissing princesses to break spells. Ever heard of Edgar Allen Poe? *Chloé and Nathaniel snicker*

Mme. Bustier: *Sputters* Week's detention!

Adrien: Um, actually, Mme. Bustier, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee *He shows her the fake hall pass* Mme. Bustier: ...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going. *She leaves*  Marinette: *She takes the forged note and examines it* This is an excellent forgery, Agreste. I didn’t know you had it in you. Adrien: Thanks... I crave a boon Marinette: What boon? Adrien: Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If the others think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone... *They laugh* Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes- Nathaniel: How about prescriptions? Chloe: Shut it, Nath. Nathaniel: You shut it. Marinette: ... You know, for a tall, lanky nobody whose father puts him on a strict diet and trims away body fat so you look like a twig in your shitty fashion magazines... You do have good bone structure. Nathaniel: And a symmetrical face. If I took a switchblade down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. Chloé: Of course, you could stand to gain a few pounds. Marinette: And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Some new clothes, brush his hair out. And we're on our way. Get this boy some blush; And Chloé, I need your brush Let's make him beautiful. Nathaniel: Let's make him beautiful... Chloé: Let's make him beautiful... Marinette: Make him beautiful... Okay? Adrien: Okay! *The next day*

Lila: Out of my way, bitch! Aurore: Why don’t you get bent?! Mireille: Your class will die at 3 pm! Marc/Jean: Don't you dare touch me! Get away, assholes! Alix/Kim: What did we ever do to them? Students: Who could survive this? I can't escape this! I think I'm dying! Juleka: Who's that with Mari? Students: Whoa... Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Aurore/Mireille/Marc: And someone! Students: Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Lila: And a babe! Students: Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Nino: Adrien?! Students: Adrien? Adrien? Adrien?! Adrien: And you know, you know, you know Life can be beautiful You hope, you dream, you pray And you get your way! Ask me how it feels! Lookin' like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day! Students: Nathan! Chloé! Mari! Adrien! Nathan! Chloé! Mari! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien! 

#miraculous ladybug #heathers the musical #Heathers #HBBIC au #hbic marinette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Nathaniel Kurtzberg #Chloé Bourgeois #Lila salt #Alya salt

[theflashdriver]

Summer Nights (A Silvaze Fanfic)

This evening’s predicament was a creeping inevitability the Blaze had been powerless to escape. She had been unable to perceive its advancement directly, but the princess had monitored the gradually mounting evidence. More often than not, she’d arrive in one of the palace’s rooms only to find its windows were already open. On her rare ventures into town, she’d found the streets mired by ice-cream vendors and citizens wielding frozen treats. Even the lengthening of days had made her aware of the change occurring.

But, of course, Southern Island’s summer shift in temperature had been most obvious to Blaze through her partner. Silver the hedgehog was many things but subtle wasn’t one of them. The psychic didn’t whine often, only when he was seriously perplexed, but his emotions tended to manifest themselves in other ways. He’d smile so radiantly whenever he was happy, shout so casually in defiance of injustices, hide his tears so poorly and blush whenever she dared to pierce his armour of obliviousness.

For the past week he’d fought the heat, trying his hardest to appear unphased. She’d aided in his consumption of a frankly unhealthy volume of ice-cream, numerous quarts per day, and spent far more time with him in the island’s waters than she could truly spare. Watching him revert from being over excited to wear clothes, donning comfortable hoodies that she’d happily steal and owning a slightly overlarge wardrobe, to a mostly unclothed state had certainly been an experience. These were mere quirks though, surface level changes in his nature that she could easily overlook. He’d gone through similar phases before, when the psychic had first arrived in her world he’d spent night after night sleeping atop a hill and watching the stars.

Tonight however, regardless of the hedgehog’s apparent attempts to dull his reaction, Blaze couldn’t ignore his irregularity. He’d tried his hardest to lie still for a good full hour only to ease gently up and flip his pillow before returning to resume their spooning. During the hour that followed, Blaze had felt him shift away from her in the tiniest and most awkwardly slight of increments until his arms had been reaching for the feline rather than holding her. He’d eventually dared, after much trepidation and in the gentlest manner possible, to completely release her before cautiously shifting into a back to back position. He’d even pealed the covers from himself and carefully bundled them against the princess, leaving himself fully exposed.

Her silk sheets were thin, the balcony door was ajar and there was some space between them, but she supposed those boons were being undercut by the palace’s lack of air conditioning and her own body. Silver was clearly too hot to sleep. It was a phenomenon that Blaze understood, albeit one that she was incapable of personally experiencing.

Across her life, the downsides of her pyrokinetic condition had been far more blatant than the positives. Tonight’s hindsight had hardly made up for that, but it had granted her a greater insight into her partner and the world at large. In one peculiar aspect, she was fortunate; her affinity for flames kept her body naturally hot so the changing of seasons mostly went unfelt. Just as snowflakes would evaporate whenever they sought refuge within her fur, the warm air that surrounded them was cool in comparison to her natural temperature. It took a serious change to phase her, like the enveloping embrace of the sea or the unequivocal presence of lava, but such feelings would quickly fade once she reached some form of sanctity.

A sigh escaped hedgehog behind her, soon followed by the second soft pillow flip of the night. Despite the modicum of amusement she got from this whole ordeal, maintaining her current sleeping façade felt cruel. He had been so delicate in all his shifts, clearly concerned for her sleep more than his overheating. The past month had been busy, she’d been making public appearances and spent hours in meetings daily, and he’d clearly picked up on that. His concern had been palpable in recent evenings and it’d manifested in a handful of ways. Finding that dinner would be ready just as work ended, the overly common offer of a back rub and his willingness to lounge with her in the evenings rather than go stargazing had made it all so very clear.

A yawn broke through her lips and, in its wake, she decided to speak, “You know, if you’re too hot, you don’t have to sleep here, Silver.”

“I-I’m sorry, have I kept you up?” He quickly apologised, panic plain in his tone.

“You’re so naïve,” She hummed, rolling over only to find that his back was still too her, “I can tell that you’re struggling; how could I possibly sleep with that being the case?”

“Sorry,” He glumly repeated, “It’s just too hot. I can’t sleep.”

“I could tell as much,” Blaze reiterated, growing a smirk.

“But I don’t want to leave either, it doesn’t feel right,” The hedgehog quickly continued, “If I can handle all we have up until now, I should be able to sleep through a little bit of heat.”

“You should, but I can’t imagine lying next to me is helping,” Her curiosity had been piqued by his later statement, “Actually, what is the difference between tonight and the future we shared? Surely if you could sleep there then here should be far easier.”

“Well, um,” He finally rolled over and Blaze had to hold back a snicker at the sight of him, “I’m not sure how to describe it,” The hedgehog’s quills half covered his face and the heat was plain on his cheeks, “The city was dry and hot but here it’s wet and hot. There’s a massive difference.”

“Lava ran through the streets. Even I could feel it,” She reached across, improving his vision with a single brush of her hand, “How can this possibly be worse?”

“It’s the sweat to be honest. I’m just not used to sweating like this, I’m not even doing anything. In the future I was always exhausted to and that made sleep come easily, I’ve not come remotely close to battling monsters today,” That was true, any moment of true peace in their prior life had quickly led to sleep, “Sweating helped in the city, but it just doesn’t here. I’m soaking and it’s keeping me wide awake.”

“I know I’m not helping with that,” She watched him frown at her claim and felt herself swallow. Despite how pessimistic she could be about her abilities; the time traveller was always positive. That was why he hadn’t left, it made total sense and so completely suited him. That was what this was about, nothing else. It was such an unabashedly naïve mentality, and foolishly blunt, but so purely him, “Silver…”

“I’m not leaving you. I know there are guest rooms but that’s not the point,” He grumbled, flipping onto his back to stare at the ceiling, “I just have to get used to it, that’s all.”

With that shift, his quills had gotten even messier. Beneath the frustration at his physical situation, it was clear to Blaze the he was mentally toiling too. The hedgehog cared so very openly, so wholeheartedly, that she couldn’t help but grin, despite how silly he was being. She’d fallen in love with him for a variety of reasons, not the least of them being how staunchly he’d advocate for her birth right of flames. Even when she’d tried to smother them, even when she’d rather forget them, he’d always been so positive about them. That same positivity had led to prior situations similar to this, whether she’d accidentally burnt a meal or the hedgehog himself, he’d never speak badly of her power.

Despite knowing the discomfort it might bring, tender as she could be, Blaze scooted across the bedsheets to lie closer to him. Her hand breached the bedsheets and fingertips arrived to pace through his chest fur, finding it more unkempt than usual. Even though the moon was far from shining through the balcony doors, the princess could see her partner almost perfectly in the teal glow of his cyan palms. Everything from his sun kissed muzzle to the length of his nose to the furrow of his brow as he attempted to ignore the embarrassment born both from his foolishness and her new position.

That look prompted her to move even closer. Through the dark, her lips found his cheek and softly pressed against it. Even if she couldn’t sense it through the air, Blaze could feel his warmth on her lips. He was sweaty too but, compared to lip-lock following a spar or a serious battle, the hedgehog was frankly sweet. Still, that confirmation made her all the more interesting in what he was feeling.

“What’s does it feel like?” She pried.

“W-Warm, gentle, soft…” He mumbled, his hand rising to rub his cheek, “Wonderful.”

Her once small grin caved inward, generating a blush and drew out her serious tone, “Not the kiss, temperature. Being hot or cold or somewhere in between, all at the whim of the weather, how does it feel?”

“Oh, um,” His embarrassment grew, even in the dark his redness was palpable. Atop his misunderstanding, Silver had clearly never considered how to explain what he was feeling, “It’s uncomfortable now but it’s nice a lot of the time. Catching a cold wind on a day like today is wonderful, feeling its rustle through my fur is refreshing like a good night’s sleep. On a chilly day I almost feel attracted to warmth, I bundle closer to you because it feels like I’ve escaped the cold and found safety,” He managed to say, “I don’t think I can explain it properly but when it’s too cold you want to be hot and when it’s too hot you want to be cold, you seek out what you don’t have. My fur is white so it helps reflect the sun but doesn’t help with heat like this.”

“I see,” She hummed, muting her prior outburst, “So weather can make things more difficult but causes perhaps otherwise simple things to bring you joy?”

“Yeah, cold things feel good on hot days, hot things feel good on cold days,” He succinctly put, his yellow eyes finally settling on her face, “Being with you on cold nights makes this more than worth it. I’d endure a hundred hot days for a single cold one with you.”

“You don’t have to, you can spend a hot night or two in another room and I’ll still be here in the winter,” She caught herself speaking too quickly again. Just as she’d embarrassed him, he’d managed to slip beyond her stoicism and take a firm grasp on her heartstrings, “You’re so naïve.”

“What’s it like for you? Can you even tell that tea is hot? Are cold drinks the same as warm ones for you?” He followed up.

“Oh, I can tell when a drink is ice cold and a meal is piping hot,” She quickly confirmed before falling prey to greater speculation, “Though, I suppose the difference may not be as pronounced as how you feel it. Perhaps my threshold for what’s acceptable greatly differs,” They were getting off topic, “Regardless, it takes an exceptional change in our surroundings for me to feel what you are now. To experience what you are, I’d have to sleep in an ice bath or by a lava river,” She gave it a thought, natural temperatures weren’t the sort she most often felt, “I feel hot more commonly than cold, but I suppose I don’t in the same way that you do. I can feel the heat that I create, be it literal fire or otherwise, but that’s never uncomfortable in the way you describe. I don’t seek out the cold when I’m alight, my temperature could keep rising and I’d be unphased. It’s not the same as natural heat, it’s just… hot.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Silver admitted, “I guess we’re describing alien experiences to each other.”

It was true but, after twiddling with his chest fur for a moment longer, she managed to think things out just a little more clearly, “My flames are part of me so, while I feel their heat, it doesn’t affect me. I suppose they also allow me to ignore more mundane forms of heat, up to a certain point.”

“Oh, okay. It’s like your just more insulated because you’re already used to a certain kind of heat?” The hedgehog hummed.

“I suppose so,” She answered, but her mind had begun to drift.

Beyond the hedgehog’s shoulder was her alarm clock, only just lit enough that she could make out its face. It was quarter past one, they’d already breached the next day. She was tired, that much was undeniable, but exhaustion wasn’t enough to dissuade her. The feline hadn’t worked much today, she’d been in and out of meetings but neither had sparred nor trained. Well, it wasn’t as though he could sleep, why not take advantage?

Blaze sat up in bed, allowing the covers to tumble loose. With a yawn, she brushed back her hair with her fingers and cast a glance down her frame. Black spat shorts and a loose white tank top were hardly the ideal garb for this plan but, with the addition of a nearby dressing gown and a set of slippers, she supposed they would suffice. Silver was staring at him, confusion in his glowing eyes.

“Seeing as you refuse to leave my side, and that you’re never going to sleep at this rate, we’re going out,” The feline slipped off of the edge of the bed and into a set of soft black slippers, “Let’s go where the air is cool.”

“What, now? Where?” His surprise fell on deaf ears as she wrapped herself up in a black dressing gown with baggy sleeves and a length that stretched well beyond her knee. It was his of course but he hardly needed it, even in Winter, so she’d found herself donning it more and more often.

The princess paced away from the bed, throwing a glance through the balcony door. It was a dark and cloudy night, hardly the sort for stargazing. Well, hardly the sort the regular people would spend stargazing. There was a place that they could always go, where the air would be cooler and the sky would be clear.

She glanced back only to find that Silver had stumbled out of bed, his quills cursed with pre-emptive bedhead. Not only were his front quills bedraggled but the pack pair had fanned out as a result of him lying on his back, giving the appearance that he had wings. He had managed to shuffle into his own pair of slippers, a fluffy grey set, but wore no garb beside them. The moment that he was within reach, she snatched up his hand and led him onto the outdoor landing.

The air was still, and the night bordered on being silent, as she cast her gaze across the dark garden bellow. Though his presence would light the area, she doubted he’d find much in the way of coolness down there. They had to go higher. Casually, Blaze released his hand but snuck her arm up his shoulder.

The hedgehog looked so confused, she leaned into him, “Let’s go visit the stars.”

He finally understood. Without another moment of hesitation, cyan energy began to coreless around the pyrokinetic. Blaze felt herself lighten before she slipped briefly into the air. He caught her legs, carrying her in an almost bridal style. The energy ebbed from him, flowing to encase his frame. His quills straightened and fluffed up as all that was white became teal. Gingerly, the hedgehog took a floating step to land on the balcony wall.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Blaze?” As he questioned, she moved in, “It is pretty la-

Her lips found his, cutting him off before he began to overthink this, “If it’ll help you cool off and sleep well then of course I do,” The hedgehog was blushing, she could see it through his aura, “Besides, we haven’t seen the stars tonight.”

That was enough to convince him to kick off and into the air. They glided slowly upward, and Blaze felt the wind part her fur. Though his frame was encased in psychic energy, she could see the slight drag of his flight rustling through his quills.

While she had once feared heights, reuniting with her partner had inspired a sort of enjoyment of them. She’d still been tense about them at first but, as had been the case in that other timeline, traveling with him had eased her fear. Once she could barely stand on her balcony, now she could happily sit amongst the clouds. Being with him made it easier of course, but she could still manage more now than she ever could before.

Seeing the sky on nights like this had helped with that growth too. Above them the cosmos stretched out endlessly, encompassing more than either time traveller could surely comprehend. Southern Island didn’t have much in the way of light pollution so the greater universe was usually clear to see but, with the clouds blocking out all evidence of civilisation, the sky was perfect. Even the stretching spiral arms of galaxies were totally visible. It was the kind of sky that most would only see once in a lifetime, yet it was so casually at her fingertips.

It was only in these rare moments that the true colouration of the universe became clear to her. The sky wasn’t just some black canvas with white speckles dotted across it, the universe was endlessly colourful. The emptiness was a deep dark blue but, no point in the sky was truly empty. The blueness was born from the light of a billion stars stretching out in endless directions, coming in all shapes and at all manner of distance. Some had more of a purple sheen to them, others a much purer white. Regardless, the moon’s presence, amongst yet separate from the rest of the cosmos, was that of a waxing crescent, only a night away from entirely vanishing.

“Is it better up here?” She asked, finally breaking her gaze from the sky.

“The wind is nice, the view is too,” He practically purred, “But just being here with you is nicer.”

Blaze rolled her eyes, “I want to know if this is helping Silver, first and foremost.”

“It is, it’s a lot more comfortable,” He more truthfully answered, “I’m not sure how long I can keep flying though. We’re not at risk of falling or anything, it’s just pretty late; I’m just tired.”

“Then let’s use this opportunity to tire you out properly,” She suggested, “The longer we stay up here, the less energy you’ll have to fight off sleep.”

She could tell that all he’d said was true by his body language alone. While the hedgehog’s usual serious gaze had been replaced with a far dopier one, all stiffness had faded from his shoulders and a small grin refused to leave his muzzle. Being up here really was helping.

Gently, but with intent, she pushed against his chest and felt him shift in the air. In a matter of moments he went from floating upright to lying on his back, almost settled atop a bed of clouds. He’d have fit in with them if it weren’t for the glowing energy that surrounded his being.

He looked perplexed as she stared down at him, “I thought you wanted to watch the stars?”

“The brightest star in the sky is right in front of me,” She countered, easing herself to lay more comfortably.

Her legs straddled his waist as she laid chest to chest with him, crossing her arms and setting her chin upon them. He didn’t seem to know where to stare, at her or the stars above, and her flustering comment likely hadn’t aided in that debate. He’d compared her to a star so often but, truth be told, he was far more like one than her. The hedgehog would take to the air so casually, it was almost as though he belonged up here with the night sky. While she had shunned her flames for so long, he’d glittered and shone for as long as she’d known him.

“You’re very light,” He mumbled, finally settling to look at her.

“Silver, you can lift buildings with the wave of your hand. Your understanding of light and heavy isn’t normal,” She casually parried.

“But I don’t have to use my powers to lift you,” He sleepily babbled, yawning partway through, “I remember when you were taller than me, that didn’t stop me either…”

Blaze cast her mind back, considering the time he was talking about. From when they’d first met until their early teenage years, the difference between their heights had been negligible. She assumed there here had been periods where she’d overtaken him, but he surely wasn’t thinking about one of those. He was thinking about the last time she’d been taller than him. When they were twelve, bordering on thirteen, she’d endured a growth spurt and ended up a good few inches taller than him. She’d rather taken pride in the change, using it as leverage to insist on doing a great share of their work, but it hadn’t lasted for long. By the time they’d turned fourteen he had taken the lead again, a position he’d hold for the rest of their lives, regardless of the heels she wore. That didn’t mean she’d given back control, of course.

“For less than a year, yes, I was,” She smiled, “We were neck and neck for a while. I rather liked being taller than you.”

“Sorry,” He grinned back, “I should have tried to stay short.”

“Some things just can’t be forgiven,” She yawned, feeling the weight of the hour on her shoulders, “You’ll have to find some other way to make it up to me.”

“Like what?” He asked, clearly not entirely oblivious.

Gently yet casually, she slipped forward and allowed her lips to mingle with his again. Fingers began to ply through windswept fur, she felt her tail coil around his back and heard a deep purr begin to ebb from his throat. She gingerly took his muzzle in her hand before not so softly pushing his cheek to deepen their lip-lock. The hedgehog wasn’t a bad kisser but, truth be told, he still seemed to lose himself in the occurrences’ bliss. More often than not, she found herself taking the lead in these situations and this was no different. When they finally parted, beaming like a fool the hedgehog’s eyes didn’t reopen.

“You’ll think of something,” She told him, keeping a hand on his cheek.

It was only with those words that Blaze noticed a change in their surroundings. All of a sudden his body was melding with the clouds, they had begun a slow and very controlled descent. When she was small, she’d have panicked at this; she’d have insisted on knowing what he was doing rather than knowing it inherently. At their age, having known him for this long, she could read him like a book. Now that he’d cooled down, the psychic had realised just how tired he was.

They vanished into the clouds and, now unable to see him, she could feel it. While his tail had been lightly wagging before, it’d now slowed almost to a standstill. His cheeks were plush in her hand, not resisting her touch on even a subconscious level, and his movements were heavy. The thump of his heart, barely audible over the buzzing of his aura, was peacefully rhythmic, he was entirely calm, so very comfortable with her atop him. Perhaps her heat truly wasn’t the problem.

As they exited through the cloud layer, Blaze was able to look upon his muzzle once again. His eyes had remained closed and relaxation had overtaken the smile on his face. The castle drifted back into view behind them and, without so much of a glance from the hedgehog, they lowered to perfectly levitate through the balcony doors. In a matter of moments, he glid down to arrive on their thoroughly messy bed.

Did he fall asleep the moment his head met with his pillow? Her rational side doubted it but, watching his frame ease into the mattress made her want to believe so. It’d surely be a fitful sleep, he’d probably wake up early or drift in and out of consciousness. Still, as long as she’d helped him get the slightest grace of sleep, she was happy with her efforts.

With a yawn and a stretch, she took a more comfortable position curled up against his frame before soon joining him in the land of the dreaming.

#silvaze #Silver the Hedgehog #Blaze the Cat #sonic the hedgehog #sonic 30th #sonic

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Written for Day 7 of @acocweek​; Romance + Saccharina. Read on AO3 here.

"I'll be sending Annabelle Cheddar as my diplomat for the discussion of how Candia's new borders affects the Dairy Islands," says Primsy Coldbottle in her letter. It's not a big deal, thankfully. The Dairy Islands hadn't really lost any land, or even much sea, after Liam's Wish. It mostly dug into Fructera, into Ceresia, even into the edges of Vegetania. Considerate, to leave the Meatlands and the Islands out of it.

But magic's always been a good thing, so Saccharina's not surprised.

"Cool that I get to see Annabelle again," says Ruby. "Did I ever tell you Jet had a crush on her? I mean, I'm pretty sure anyway."

"No," says Saccharina. "This is the Annabelle Cheddar who rejected her throne because she didn't want to get married, right?"

"Yeah! Don't talk to her about it, though. Jet brought it up during the tourney and Annabelle asked her not to again." Ruby's face twists a little, like it always does if they talk about Jet, and adds, "Guess she won't."

"Well," Saccharina says. "Thank you for telling me. You said Jet liked her?"

"She just really wanted to impress her," says Ruby. "I mean, I did, too, but Jet fully gave her Emperor Uvano's boon and told her she wouldn't marry anyone in front of everybody."

Saccharina laughs. As always, Jet sounds like someone she would've loved to meet, to know as a sister. It doesn't hurt in the same way everyone who knew her hurts, Saccharina knows that, more a dull ache than a stabbing pain, but it's still...rough, sometimes. "So. Anything else I need to avoid for Annabelle?"

"I'll be honest," Ruby says. "I don't think you can do worse than we all did already. Theo insulted her honor pretty badly. Liam propositioned her using his parents."

Saccharina snorts. "Sounds like him."

"He's a weird guy," says Ruby fondly. "But I think that's everything. Just don't be--you know. 'Candian'." She says that with exaggerated air quotes. "Apparently pissing contests aren't a literal thing in other places in Calorum."

"I know!" says Saccharina. "I grew up in the Dairy Islands, remember?" She can't quite make eye contact with Ruby when she says it, and it comes out a little higher-pitched than she meant it to, but Ruby doesn't push, and they get through it with neither of them crying or pulling weapons.

"There is one thing," Ruby says. "Um."

"Did she know about--Amethar and Caramelinda's wedding?" Saccharina asks. It's still a point of contention, even though it ended up not mattering too much, with Amethar as Emperor.

"No," Ruby adds, and Sacchrina breaths out a sigh of relief. "But she was as upset about Port Syrup as I was."

"I didn't--"

"I know," Ruby says. "And Cinnamon's different now, and you weren't there. But she probably doesn't know that."

"Great!" Saccharina says. "I've got a lot of experience with people I admired and wanted to meet hating me. It'll be fine."

"That's--wait, you admired Annabelle?" Ruby asks, skipping over the part Saccharina already regrets saying. "Why?"

"She didn't want to do what they wanted her to do!" Saccharina says brightly. "I heard about it when I was still captain on my first ship. Plus, her navy never bothered me."

"That's because you mostly raided Candia," Ruby points out, and Saccharina shrugs.

"I wish she'd have been queen instead," Saccharina says with a little sigh. Ruby narrows her eyes. "I love Primsy, but it would have been fun to have another ruler around my age, you know?"

"Not really," Ruby says, voice gone conspiratorial for some reason. "Why?"

"Just would be," Saccharina says. "Why's your face doing that?"

"Doing what?" Ruby asks, failing to hide her smile. "I'm just thinking about how much you're like Jet."

"Thanks?" Saccharina says, knowing that to Ruby, that's the highest of compliments. But it doesn't really fit the conversa--wait.

"I do not have a crush on Annabelle Cheddar."

"Are you sure?" Ruby says, and dodges when Saccharina sends a handful of harmless sparks her way. "I mean, you just seem like you'd like to have an excuse to see her. It's not like Liam's the only one of us who can have a political marriage."

"Liam liked Primsy and you know that," Saccharina says grumpily. "Also, I'm the Queen and I have a dragon. I don't need to marry for political reasons. And I wouldn't anyway! And neither would Annabelle, that's why I even heard of her!"

"Sure, sure," says Ruby. "Don't worry. I get it."

"I don't think you do!" Saccharina says, and even though she's annoyed, there's a little rush of warmth at the banter, at getting to be teased for something so simple. Especially since it's completely ridiculous.

---

Annabelle Cheddar is tall and handsome and Saccharina maybe gets where Jet was coming from, is the thing.

"Your Majesty," she says. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well," says Saccharina. "I've heard of your accomplishments from my sister. Thank you for helping my family after--well. After."

"Of course," Annabelle says with a little nod. "It was the right thing to do."

Saccharina's not sure if Annabelle means right morally or politically, but either way, she'll take it. "Still. Candia appreciates their allies in the Dairy Islands."

"Hopefully for these taxes," Annabelle says with a small grimace. "I have to say, this political stuff isn't exactly my forte."

"Aren't you a sailor?" Saccharina asks, lounging in the comfiest chair she's found so far in Castle Candy. Annabelle sits across from her, sword at her side, casual in a way Saccharina still can't quite manage, even with family around her.

"I was," Annabelle says, and there's open grief in the way her head ducks. "My ship, the Colby, sank after House Bleu attacked us to try and kill Primsy. I'm very glad your sisters were there to help us; we wouldn't have been able to save her or ourselves without them."

"I'm glad," Saccharina says, because she'd never have gotten this far without the support of the Dairy Islands, and also because it's very, very cool to see the woman sitting across from her.

"What about you?" Annabelle says. "Captain of the Frosted Fleet's in one of your titles, isn't it?"

Saccharina nods. "I haven't been on the Dairy Sea in so long, but I met most of my people when I was still--"

"Pirating?" Annabelle says, and Saccharina nods with only a little embarrassment. She's past being ashamed of what she needed to do to survive, but it's a little harder to connect to it from a castle rather than a cave. "Well, thanks for not attacking the Islands as much as you could."

Saccharina had drowned an island and doesn't regret it to this day, but she hadn't wanted to attack anyone other than the nuns. Some small and stupid part of her had hoped that her mom was alive, would come back to her if she held back the worst parts of herself.

"My issues were always with Candia," Saccharina lies, and Annabelle laughs.

---

The border issues are easy; they both still pay the same amount to the Concord, because the Dairy Islands lost almost nothing to Candia's borders changing, and none of the other nations are willing to muscle in on the oldest and strongest alliance between any two nations of Calorum.

But Annabelle doesn't just leave. When Saccharina works up the courage to ask her about it, hoping it won't come across as asking her to leave or, worse, hoping she'll stay, Annabelle just says, "I don't have much else to do. Primsy's been enjoying ruling and she's more than safe with the spirits of the wide sea protecting her. Thanks for that, by the way!"

"I think that one's Liam's fault, actually," Saccharina says. "I helped wake a few of the Meatlanders beast spirits, but Liam's wish spread magic as well as sugar."

"Sweet of him," Annabelle says wryly. "If he hurts Primsy, you know we'll go to war for it, right?"

"If he hurts Primsy, I'll be on your side," Saccharina says, and Annabelle claps a hand on her shoulder. Saccharina's face is so warm, what the hell, she normally runs almost freezing.

"Good woman," Annabelle says, and Saccharina turns her head just long enough to see Ruby make another face at her. "What's that about?"

"Just sister things!" Saccharina says quickly. Too quickly? She doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of a new friend(?), even if it's just because Ruby has a ridiculous guess about something that isn't even a real thing, anyway, so it isn't a big deal.

"I wouldn't know about that," Annabelle says, voice heavy with regret.

"We've never talked about--you know," Saccharina says.

"Just with leaving it at that, you've had more tact than the rest of your family put together, your Majesty," Annabelle says. "I'd rather not discuss the great shame of my life in a room with other people."

"Great shame?" Saccharina asks, disbelieving, before shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry."

"Forgiven," Annabelle says, a smile at the corner of her mouth. Saccharina keeps her eyes on it for a little long; she has a nice smile, that's all. "I might retire for the night; Candian celebrations are a bit much for me. Good night, your Majesty."

Then Annabelle does the wildest thing; takes Saccharina's hand, gently kisses the back of it, and leaves while Saccharina stares into nothing about it.

"So," Ruby says, and Saccharina does not hit her with the Winterscoop, because she is a good and forgiving person. "How's that not-having-a-crush-on-Annabelle going?"

"I--don't," Saccharina says, but this time it comes out weird and stilted. "I mean, anyone would be flustered by Annabelle Cheddar kissing their hand."

"No," Ruby says, then pauses. "Well, yeah, but it's not just that. You spend so much time with her, and she doesn't even have a reason to be here anymore!"

"She's just bored," Saccharina says. "She's not in charge of running the Dairy Islands, she's basically just on vacation."

"Saccharina," Ruby says. "I say this as your sister, who l--I say this as your sister."

"I'm going to be distracted by that until you finish the thought."

"I don't think I can right now and if you push it I will tell Annabelle that you stared off into space for a solid minute after that," Ruby says, and Saccharina should've let Cinnamon eat her, probably. "But listen. I really think you should just tell Annabelle you like her."

"I don't even like her," Saccharina says. "Also, even if I did, hypothetically, she's pretty vocally not interested in romance. Besides, I'm busy with Candia. And I still have to try and bring back magic in other countries, too."

"Wow," Ruby says. "Do you have any other excuses, or do you think you're all done?"

Saccharina crosses her arms and tries to glare at her sister, but it's hard to stay annoyed when the person you're mad at keeps giggling.

"Trust me, okay?" Ruby says. "Tell her."

---

Saccharina does not tell her anything. There isn't even anything to tell. It's not as though Saccharina's never had crushes before--when she met Gooey, she wanted to be just like her for the first few months until their relationship mellowed out into friendship and fierce loyalty.

This isn't that! It's just respect and admiration for someone who helped make sure that her family was safe, helped her win a war and take a throne, albeit indirectly.

It's just that she's getting used to having Annabelle around, even if she's not quite used to everything Annabelle does. Annabelle, who sits at her side every dinner after the hand kiss incident, who tells her stories about storms on the sea that make them sound like something new to Saccharina, who listens when Saccharina tells her about what magic feels like.

"I wish you had it," Saccharina admits, hopes Annabelle doesn't hate her for it. "I know magic is--I know not a lot of people in the Dairy Islands trust it. But it's something beautiful."

"I won't pretend I didn't have my suspicions," Annabelle says. "Especially after Port Syrup."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about Cinnamon," Saccharina interrupts. "He ate from Liam's weird tree so now he's not connected to the Hungry One anymore."

"...right," Annabelle says. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you Candians, actually. Sometimes you open your mouth and the most wild assortment of words I've ever heard comes out and you act like it's totally normal."

"It is normal," Saccharina says. "That's--it's hard to say, but magic is normal. It was just buried. I'm trying to unbury it. Everyone should have it, not just Candians."

"You sure?" Annabelle asks. "Because you know the other countries might come after us if they have magic enough to make a real go of it."

The thing she should focus on in that sentence is not us, but Saccharina's heart flutters a little at it anyway.

There might be something to Ruby's theory.

---

"You're leaving?" Saccharina asks, feeling, irrationally, betrayed. Annabelle had never promised to stay by her side, all but admitted she was only waiting for something better to come along so she didn't have to stay with the wild Candians. But it hurts anyway, knowing someone else is leaving Saccharina.

It doesn't help that Ruby's found that flyer for the Swirler Sisters, either. She loves Cinnamon and he loves her but it's not the same without people around.

"Primsy's built me another ship," Annabelle says. "It's not--nothing will replace the Colby, but my crew's itching to get back to sea, and I am, too. You've been incredibly welcoming, Your Majesty, and this is not at all about your hospitality."

"Good," Saccharina says, because she does still take pride in their guest rooms. "I--it was good to get to know you. I'll miss you."

"You've got those white chocolate ravens, yeah?" Annabelle asks, standing a little straighter.

"I--yes," Saccharina says, confused by the non-sequiter.

"Can they carry letters?"

"I don't see why not," Saccharina says.

"Good," Annabelle says, and tilts up Saccharina's face so that she's looking right into Annabelle's eyes. "Now I hope I'm not misreading things."

"Um," Saccharina says, heart beating so fast she can feel it in her ears.

"And I still don't plan to marry, even if it is to a woman as impressive as you," Annabelle continues, and Saccharina feels lightning spark in her fingertips. "Bulb above, Candians."

"I'd love to send you letters," Saccharina says, brain finally catching up, and Annabelle grins. "Are you going to kiss me or am I just going crazy?"

"Well, crazy is part and parcel of your family, your Majesty," Annabelle says, and kisses Saccharina's frown away.

---

"You owe me thirty gold pieces," Ruby tells Swifty, staring at this from the ramparts. Saccharina really needs to learn to have private conversations in places where there aren't any hiding places for her.

"I could just push you off," he says, gesturing with his knife to emphasize it, but throws some gold at her, so Ruby doesn't think he's actually that upset.

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Congratulations to my follower giveaway back in December to @engel-hageshii. Thank you so much for your patience but I have your match up fic and headcanons! I hope you enjoy it! 

I match you wiiiiith.....

One of the biggest reasons I came to this match up is your caring spirit. You’ve made it very clear that you long to protect and look after the people closest to you. Not only do you try to protect them, you actively try to build them up, help them grow and try to do what you can to make them happy. I think Tamaki would really grow to admire that about you and find you strong for doing so. Initially your quiet and reserved nature would be an obstacle since Tamaki is a shy sort and would likely not try to break through that barrier on his own. However after the two of you acclimated to each other, and your more easy going personality comes out, I think he would get smitten pretty quickly but would hold onto those feelings forever and a day.

ღYou two met to take down a dangerous black market arms dealer that was able to avoid legal ramifications. Since you were a vigilante and had a teleportation Quirk, you were ideal for breaking in to a compound and finding incriminating evidence and leave it somewhere public so the cops could formally take him down.

ღ Because you were a Vigilante, he knew he really should be repeatedly seeing you casually. So Tamaki found himself coming up with reasons to meet you and spend time with you.

ღ Tamaki started a habit of bringing extra snacks ever since you showed up for a mission together and you hadn’t eaten. He kept doing it because it was the only gift he could muster the courage to give for a while.

ღ The first time he actually did get you gift, it was of a book that you had rambled about wanting to check out to make conversation. Tamaki had to hide his blush when he saw the way your smile lit up.

ღ One mission you accidentally teleported them both into the river and it was a cold day. The two of you spent the rest of the evening huddled up in his apartment, wrapped in warm blankets and drinking hot cocoa.

Kinks: Daddy language, slight bit of choking, shower sex, tentacles, Quirk play

Word Count: 2.3 K

                                     ┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

Teleportation had been an extremely useful Quirk for you and your Vigilante career. And it had proved to pair very well with Suneater’s Quirk since the two of you had started teaming up to take down exceptionally tricky Villains that managed to evade law enforcement. It had helped you dodge lethal blows, teleport key items to safety and even just save you a few steps up a flight of stairs when you were exhausted. Really it was a boon.

But every Quirk had a drawback.

This time it came in the form of you standing naked in the middle of a running shower, hot water sluicing down your back from the shower head and a cloud of steam wafting around you. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, teleporting without your clothes but it had been a long time since the last incident. That alone would have been ok but you weren’t alone. Hot embarrassment flooded you, your eyes growing wide at the sight. You were staring into the bright red face of Amajiki Tamaki. Silken black locks moulded to his skull beneath the heavy embrace of the water that drenched him. The rush of water hummed through the air, sheathing your skin in a dewy sheen. 

“B-b-b--”

“Tamaki!” you squealed.

Mortified, your hands flew up to cover your bare chest, a fresh wave of heat crashing against your cheeks. But immediately you remembered that your lower half was still very exposed and your hands flew down in a panic to cover yourself.  Tamaki had already whipped around, a bright red blush all the way down his neck by the time you had settled with an arm wrapped over your chest and the other hand shyly dipping down to cover down low. 

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-I god I’m so sorry.”

Tamaki screwed his eyes shut, feeling his cock twitch against his abdomen. Trembling fingers knotted into fists by his sides, gross embarrassment overwhelming him along with the distressingly powerful urge to turn around and touch you. To kiss you like he’d wanted for months. Would you accept him? Did he even dare to ask you to stay? 

He could hear your hands clamoring along the rail of the sliding door, glass panel shrouded with condensation. Before you could slip out or even open the door, Tamaki closed a hand around your wrist, face still a mere inch from the shower wall. Weeks he had fantasized seeing you like this, having you this close to touch and taste and he couldn’t just let you go that easy. The feel of your pulse beneath his fingers was a grounding sensation but with it, he found his own heart rate spiking. The tiny whisper of his voice that had been bubbling in his throat rapidly withered and left him silent. 

“Stay.” he uttered out to you in the tiniest voice.

It was such a quiet request that was nearly drowned out by the pounding of the water. But you heard it. That little plea had you freeze in place, fixated on the feel of his skin against yours. The red of his face and neck only deepened as he struggled to find his voice again. There was a fine trembling in his hands that you could feel and that was enough to grant you the barest sliver of strength to find your own voice.

“T-Tamaki?”

Hearing the quiver you spoke with, the quiet lilt of curiosity had his blood running hot. Desire was the flame that urged him to turn his head slowly until he was peeking at you from over his shoulder. Dark eyes flickered, wreathed in the red flush of his embarrassment. The pro hero swallowed the lump in his throat, fighting against the urge that he had to withdraw into his shell. The opportunity was one had only dreamed of and he just couldn’t let it slip away.

“B-butterfly..p-please stay…”

Butterfly. It wasn’t the first time that you had heard that nickname but he wondered if you realized yet that butterflies were his favorite. He wondered if you realized just how much he wanted to kiss you whenever you were really close to him on missions. You were a vigilante, he shouldn’t be yearning for this but you had somehow dominated his thoughts anyways. Thunderstruck you stared for a moment, unable to believe what you heard. When your brain finally grasped what he was asking of you, you grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed a healthy amount into your palm.

Working the thick cream into a lather, you set to work gliding your hands along his back, feeling your fluster increase with every stroke. The muscles cording along his shoulders were more defined than you had thought they would be, but hero work did have it’s way of carving strength into your body. Diligently you worked the suds down his arms, feeling your body grow hotter and his own tense beneath your touch. Tamaki swallowed thickly. It was hard for his mind to not wander, to meander down the path of you slipping your hands around to his chest. Your fingers would linger, following the shape of his pectorals before trailing downwards to relish in the lines of his abdomen. His cock twitched again at the thought. 

Tamaki took a deep breath and turned around, desperate for you to touch him more but also burning to lay eyes on you again. Despite turning his front towards you, the pro still had his head turned to the side, finding himself far too embarrassed to meet your gaze. A soft gasp caught in your throat when you caught sight of his very erect cock. You pulled back your hands abruptly, worried you would try to take things too far and touch where it was unwelcome. But one of your wrists was captured in his grip before it was pulled slowly back to his torso. Tamaki was even brighter red, face still turned to the side so you couldn’t meet his eyes. 

“D-don’t stop…” he stuttered out to you, his voice barely above a whisper.

A pair of hands settled onto your waist, long fingers gripping you firmly with a force that would have made him seem confident had you not known him. Tamaki pulled you closer with a gentle strength. The scent of his body wash, a pleasant blend of rain and bamboo, wafted over you both in a cloud. Having you wrapped in his own scent left him feeling more aroused. It was an unseen mark he left on you, a claim that marked you as his. The increase in desire for you left him emboldened and suddenly you were pressed against his front, hard cock twitching against your lower abdomen.

“I need y-you, Butterfly.”

His lips tentatively found yours, hot tongue swiping at the seam of your lips for entry. It was pure bliss for him when he realized you did not hesitate before allowing him to deepen his kiss. Your lips were even softer than he had thought they would be and the sheer sensation of your tongue lapping and twisting with his kindled the fire that burned in him. Passion burst in sparks and it drove Tamaki to cradle the back of your head with his right hand while his left mapped out a path to the dip in your lower back. With a firm tug and a strength that betrayed his flustered appearance, he pressed you even more firmly against him.

“Butterfly…” Came his hoarse whisper when he pulled away for air.

The moment felt like it was his first glass of water in days. The feel of your skin against him was nothing short of divine and he needed more of it; more of you. Open mouthed kisses were pressed to the curve of your neck, tongue tasting tenderly along your pulse. That was when he felt it: your hips rocking against him as you desperately sought out the sweet friction that you longed for against your clit. Tamaki was moving suddenly, guiding you back and to the side until the slick tiles met your back. Steam swirled around the shower as your thigh was guided up to hook around narrow hips.

“I-I want to be inside you...Is that okay?”

“God yes! Tamaki…” You kissed him with fervor, “I have wanted this for weeks!”

Tamaki’s breathing grew ragged. Weeks. The lilt in your voice painted with the sound of desperation was velvety rich against his ears. The way you touched him, kissed him, it was all intoxicating and he wanted every drop of yourself that you were willing to give. A hand dipped between your legs, fingers stroking along your sopping folds. The slick that had gathered was hot and in abundance and it had his cock twitching for you.

“Is this all for me?” he asked in awe, a smile spreading on his face when you nodded, “This is for you.”

The same hand that had played with your needy sex shifted his dick until the head nudged just into your slick heat. The long groan you gave, pussy quivering around him, was a siren song to his ears. It lured out the temptation that grew inside of him, made Tamaki want to fall even deeper into you against the voice in his head that urged him to take it slow. You deserved it slow. But god he was so hungry for you. The way your pussy was trying to greedily suck him in only made his heart pound and his hands shake.

“You’re so beautiful…” those lips kissed at the shell of your ear, “A p-pretty little B-Butterfly just for me.”

“Why a butterfly?” you asked, a groan escaping your full mouth when he suckled at your earlobe, “Why that nickname?”

Tamaki pulled back, face flushing bright red again before sinking his cock deeper into your velvety heat. With a loud moan and a gasp he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt so perfect. He’d come too far to back out now from telling you the truth so he took a deep and steadying breath, kissing softly at your skin.

“Because they’re one of my favorites.”

Tamaki rocked his hips in slow strokes, dick dragging along your walls in perfect bliss. The hot water pounded against his side, sending a find spray falling over you. Being out of the direct stream of the shower brought a chill over you, even as the hero continued to thrust within you. But the chill also pebbled your nipples to hard little peaks, perfect little nubs for his fingers to toy with. Hero work left his fingers mildly calloused, creating a delicious rasp against your sensitive buds and it immersed you in an even deeper pleasure.

Courage took hold of you then, “Tamaki...have you had any calamari today?”

Black eyes hazed with lust bored into yours. Realization bloomed clear and bright in his gaze, hips jerking once more to sheath himself fully into your heat, “Yeah…”

“Will you use your tentacles on me?”

The question, murmured in earnest, sent another sharp spike of arousal spearing through Tamaki. For a brief moment he hesitated but the grip of arousal had greatly diminished the doubt and anxiety that would have normally hung over him like a cloud. His fingers shifted on his command into long, wriggling tentacles, snaking around your torso as he continued to thrust up inside of you. A coil slipped up the skin of your back only to creep around your throat, squeezing lightly in a move that left you more helpless within his grasp. The rapid shift in power balance had you leaking around the thick cock that was moving inside of you. And it was this shift in dynamic that loosened your tongue for him.

“Ohhh-ohhh Daddy, yes! Harder-!”

Dark eyes shot wide open and that was the point that tipped Tamaki over the edge of his composure. The feral roared to life in his blood and suddenly his thrusts grew faster and rougher, a low growl escaping his lips. Slick tentacles twisted around your bared breasts and squeezed, tips fluttering over your pebbled nipples to only add to your burgeoning pleasure. Another long coil twisted its way down to press against your neglected clit, twisting circles around the sensitive bud. 

“Ah-! B-Butterfly..! Clench around me just like tha- ahhhh!” his breaths were coming out in ragged pants, “Kiss me.”

You obeyed without question, pressing your lips to his, allowing his tongue to crash against yours as he continued to thrust inside of you. Every part of you was awash with pleasure and stimulation, tightening that coil in your abdomen as you drew closer to the edge. Bamboo and rain wafting over you in a cloud. The tentacle around your throat squeezed, not painfully tight but enough to make it just a bit harder to take in a proper breath. Tamaki decided that filling you with his cock wasn’t enough. With a passing thought, his left hand shifted as well, fingers morphing into curling tendrils, suction cups slowly dragging and catching on your skin. 

You squealed into his kiss when first one, then two tentacles pushed their way into your quivering sex. Deliciously full and rapidly growing drunk on the feeling of those tentacles pressing against that spongy spot within you, you bucked wildly to reach your release. Tamaki released your lips just in time to hear you howl in pleasure, white spots dancing before your eyes. The way you creamed around his cock had him close to bursting but there was one final push to come for him.

“Daddy ahhhh-!”

That was when hot seed burst from his swollen tip, flooding into your clenching pussy. When the two of you grew still, mouths parted with heavy panting he withdrew his tentacles. Tamaki didn’t give you time to feel achingly empty before he pulled you into the shower stream, embracing you tightly beneath the hot water. The hug was crushingly tight, almost like he thought you’d disappear if he let go.

“B-Butterfly will you...s-stay with me tonight?”

Your shaking fingers threaded through his drenched black hair before you whispered back to him, “I will. As long as you want.”

#BNHA #BNHA smut #BNHA matchup #Tamaki x Reader #Amajiki Tamaki

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Pining - Kiara Carrera

Request: Can I request prompt 33 34 and 58 with Kie please?

A/N: This is Kie x non-binary/genderfluid reader. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

Kiara stood at the table on the outer deck of the Wreck, gaze not on her friends, whose order she was supposed to be taking but rather on you, waiting on another table inside, just on the other side of the glass. The couple you were taking an order from said something and you laughed, nodding your head as you jotted down their dinners. Kiara turned more toward the window as you walked back to the counter.  

“Oh man,” JJ laughed, drawing her back into her friends, “and here I thought John B was ridiculous when he was drooling over Sarah.”

“I’m not drooling.” Kiara insisted, “just order okay?”

“You’ve been hanging out right?” Pope asked.

“Like every day after work. It doesn’t matter.” Kiara sighed, sitting in the empty seat at the table. If her dad caught her, she would be in trouble but she didn’t even care.

You lived on the mainland but you were in the OBX for the summer with friends and you’d taken a job at the Carrera’s restaurant. Kiara thought you were incredible and she knew she hadn’t been subtle about it. You were already in college, a sophomore once fall rolled around, and you were studying to be a marine biologist. You were arguably as into environmental activism as she was and when you gave her one of your enamel turtle pins she basically declared her future marriage to you to anyone who would listen. It was stupid, she knew. A crush but she felt like it wasn’t just a crush.  

“I mean, technically you guys are even going to be in the same school next year.” Pope pointed out, knowing that Kiara would be leaving the island for Boone in the fall.  

“Yeah, where they have like, super cool college friends that are way smarter and funnier and prettier than me! I don’t stand a chance.” Kiara replied, slumping in her seat. “I’ll like some little kid following them around and embarrassing them.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” JJ commented, “they’re totally into you.”

“They don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.” She mumbled, watching you carry a tray of food out to a family, chatting with them as you did.

“Ask them to come night surfing with us?” JJ suggested, Pope nodding in agreement.  “Who isn’t impressed by your surfing.”

“Them, probably.”  

When you passed by the window again JJ called your name, waving for you to come out on the deck. Spending so much time with Kiara, you had gotten to know all of her friends well enough that they felt like your friends too, like you’d always been part of their group. You stepped outside and Kiara instantly sat up straighter, trying to remember what her mom always said about sitting up and sticking your chest out.  

“What’s up?” You asked, stopping at the edge of their table, right beside Kiara’s chair.

“You wanna come night surfing with us?” JJ asked, leaning across the table toward you.  

“Sure, sounds fun...I’m not much of a surfer though.” You admitted.  

“That’s fine, you can have half of Kie’s board.” He offered, winking at his friend in the most unsubtle way. Pope rolled his eyes and you fought the urge to laugh. You’d been trying to drop hints to Kiara all week that you liked her and clearly her friends were doing the same thing.  

“I don’t think that’s how surfing works.” You replied, “besides if I take half your board how am I supposed to watch you surf?”  

Kiara smiled, biting her lip and looking up at you. “I mean, it’s really pretty out on the water, if you wanted to, you know, go out.”

“Well I’d definitely love to go out with you then.” You said, phrasing the sentence just to see her smile widen even more. You had spent the better part of your summer working at the Wreck just to spend more time with Kiara, a little pathetic maybe but who could blame you.  

“Okay.” Kiara nodded. Pope and JJ trying not to laugh at her unusually flustered state.  

“I’ll see you guys, I have to get back to work.” you said, giving them a small wave as you left the deck and headed back inside to wait on tables.  

-

You sat on the board with Kiara, just drifting, toes sometimes brushing the floor of the ocean with how close the two of you still were to shore. JJ and Pope were further out, surfing the waves that were coming in as you and Kiara just let the tide shift the board.  

“This is really nice,” you said, “sorry that you're not out there.”  

“Are you kidding? This is way better.” She promised, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.  

“I uh...you cold?” You asked, cutting yourself off when you noticed Kiara shiver slightly. Even though you were out on the water, in your bathing suit, you had a sweatshirt over the top half of your body. It was cold with the draft.  

“Only a little.”

“Here, take my sweatshirt,” you offered, pulling your sweatshirt off and handing it off, careful of the water. Kiara took it, pulling it on and smiling at you. ��I’m really glad you invited me out here.

“Well technically JJ invited you out...I was too busy short circuiting.”  

You reached across the small space between the two of you, grabbing her hands. “Well however it happened, I’m glad we’re out here together. I really like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, kinda felt like I was making it obvious.” You laughed, “I mean, pretty much spent my whole summer working just so I could hang out with you.”

Kiara smiled, scooting a little closer to the middle of the board, “seriously?”

“Pretty romantic right?” You teased, knees bumping against hers.  

“Definitely...kinda bummed it took me this long to realize though, honestly. I really like you too, I just thought there was no way you’d like me.” Kiara admitted. She had to admit that she wished she had caught on to your less than subtle hints a lot sooner instead of wasting most of the summer pining over you from afar.  

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re easily the best person I know, plus you’re gorgeous,” you replied, the dark doing a good job of hiding the embarrassed way Kiara scrunched her nose. “Besides, you’ll be up in Boone in the fall right? We’ve got plenty of time.”

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