#my dreams pampering me when I decide to rest

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! The wife getting a cuck dream this team. She wakes up with a broken heart but also relief. She cuddles up to Miguel and kisses his neck. He stirs awake a little, asking her if she's alright. She says yes, but he can tell she was crying and sits up. Cradling her face and pampering her with kisses. He demands her to tell him what is wrong. And she tells him the truth.

He finds it a little funny and disgusting at the same time. Him sleeping with some other tramp? When he has a whole Queen in front of him?

He decides to show her exactly how much he loves her, what no other woman will have. Even the dream slut 🤭

Dream slut 😂😂💀 nsfw, a squeeze of angst and Fluff under cut ❤️ Miguel loves to worship you.

"Just like that! Yes!"

The moan could be heard from outside the door, the bedroom you shared with Miguel wasn't even closed. None actually cared to close the door, that creaked as you pushed it wide open.

The sight sent million knives directly to your heart, each stabbing deeper the more you looked at Miguel plowing into some other woman you had never seen before. He looked vicious, and the woman squirmed, mewled under him, like if knowing the concept of pleasure for the first time.

Gorgeous was a measly word to describe her, tiny waist, perfect skin, round and supple ass that bounced underneath him, perky breast that shook at every thrust. Shimmering skin, slick with sweat. She was perfect even in her tussled state.

That sent the final blow to your heart.

Your eyes fluttered open, letting a couple of tears roll down your face.

Just a dream

Your mind repeated over and over. He would never leave you. He was loyal, faithful to no end. He proved himself that he would never cheat on you despite temptations parading right under his nose. But the way he looked in that dream, so lustful, so needy of that woman, a expression you'd never seen on his face for you.

New tears rolled down and you curled even more in your sheets, sniffling and hiccuping on your own. He was resting beside you, Mouth slightly ajar as the comfortableness of the pillow embraced his head, a hand ontop of his chest that rose peacefully at his breathings.

He was yours and yours alone.

Worming your way to his arms you kissed his neck. Wet and wispy eyelashes tickling his skin, stirring him awake. He looked disoriented at first, then confused to see you clinging to him with a red nose, bottom lip quivering like someone had just said something really mean to you.

He frowned and turned to face you. Eyes studying your distressed face.

"What's wrong?" His thumb wiped away the tears and caressed your cheek, tenderly. you shook your head. He kissed your forehead

"I won't repeat it again, (Name). What's wrong?"

"Don't be mean" He squeezed you into his arms and stared at you.

"It's dumb"

"It's not dumb if it made you cry. Having bad dreams again?"

"It was nothing, I promise"

He frowned and nipped at your shoulder a bit rough.

"Hey!" He nuzzled his nose on your neck, and his fangs made another nip.

"Won't stop until you tell me."

You stilled, eyes casting at his chest.

"I saw you sleeping with... someone else. In my dreams I mean." His eyebrows rose in mild surprise and then he erupted in laughter. A true incredulous laugh.

"Don't laugh! You were enjoying it." you mumbled as tears menaced to gloss over your eyes again.

"She was so... perfect. And... You just... Have never looked at me like that."

His eyes softened and sighed.

"And-"

"No sigas." (Stop it.)

He giggled, genuinely amused

"Chula, you really think that I would leave you, my wife, the mother of my children, Mi niña linda, for someone else that offers nothing but a body?" (My beautiful girl)

It's been years since you heard that endearing nickname from him. He shook his head and his fingers unbuttoned your top pajamas and marveled at the sight before him.

You tried to cover up but he took your hands and kissed them, prying them away from you.

"Look at you."

"All gross and old and couple extra pounds"

He shook his head and smirked

"Más de donde agarrar, chula" (More for me to grab, beautiful)

His hands palmed your breast, then slid down your waist and belly.

"You have no idea how much I want you and hearing you say such things, me parte el alma." (Breaks my soul) He slid your pajama pants off your thighs, leaving you bare before him.

He groaned at the sight

"Look at that. These hips, your breast. Dios mio... Did two babies really popped out of you?

You half laughed and half sobbed.

"You think another woman would take me so well like you do?" He kissed the valley between your breast, trailing down to your navel. A little pooch on your gut, you tried to pry him away from it.

"No tienes ni idea de lo que me haces, preciosa. You were made for me "(You have no idea what you do to me, gorgeous)

He groaned as he spreaded your legs. "When you wear those sun dresses, that blue one with the little tulip print on it?" You giggled at the memory of him grabbing you at every chance he could.

"I need to fuck you in that dress. Yeah." He nodded and just when you were about to protest, your body shivered at the sensation of his mouth kissing between your folds with hunger as the back of your knees rested on his hands, spreading you to have a bit more complete access to your flesh.

You whimpered with a squirm and he smiled at the sound.

"You still thinking you're gross? When you taste so fucking delicious?" Your hands went to his hair to hold him in place and guide his tongue exactly to that spot that made you moan so sweetly for him. His hands worshipped your body, dotingly as they held you in place by your hips.

His mouth kissed, suckled and lapped at you. He groaned at every roll of your hips you did, chasing relief in his mouth. He alternated between devouring you and planting kisses in your skin. Like if in very caress, touch and word he'd convey all his love for you.

Your breath hitched, raged pants rose, You rose your upper torso and supported it on your elbows. Your toes curled in, his tongue applying more pressure to your quivering flesh.

Your hands grope his hair as you rode your high, limbs melting around him as he released you with a pop and a satisfied smile.

"Te ves divina, mi amor." (You look divine)

He removed his pants with a smile. He'd show you why only you were perfect and worthy for him. And if it took things like this for you to understand it, he'd gladly worship you every day and night.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #💋 anon #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #t writes✨ #Soccer Family ⚽🕷️

[styxwanderer]

The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland [pt.2]

part 1 <part 2> Part 3 Part4 part 5 part 6

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The lot of you decided to eat around the garden instead, all of them exhausted from all the running, not you of course, you are safe and secure in Jack’s beefy arms and the cushion of his abs. Although the mental panic and bashing of yours had left you sleepy and mentally drained. 

“I thought they are going to give a chase! I have never ran so fast in my entire life!” The orange head said sprawled in the grass.

“I second that! Vil is definitely going to kill me!” The purple haired boy said, sprawled as well near your feet. 

“Worse, riddle is definitely going to collar us like a dog and make us sleep in the flamingo cage! Erkk! The thought of it makes me shiver!” Deuce followed.

“If— if me, the great grim have to run like that again, i think i will just give up!!”

“Leona is going to make me run laps….” Jack more composed, still holding you in his lap.

“All of us could take sanctuary in ignihyde dormitory you know! I’m sure brother will take us in happily.”

“You! I can see through your pla—“Grim shouted

“I… i…”

“I .. i can’t believe it … i betrayed waka-sama, 

I BETRAYEDD WAKA-SAMAAA ARGHHH… how could i even repay this!! I have betrayed him! I am the unworthiest pawn in existence, ARGHHH…. What is wrong with mee. I beg for your forgiveness!!!! Kuuuuhuuu… please forgive this stupid lowly crocodileeee~.”

Sebek is curled up, hand gripping his hair tightly, crying his heart out and start to degrade himself. 

“D-damn… not so loud!” Grim grumbled

“Hey.. uhm.. don’t cry.”  deuce unsure how to console the green hair guy, sitting up. 

“Uwah.. he turns out to be quite a crybaby..”

You slide out of jack’s lap and hold, much to his disappointment, and crouched down in front of Sebek.

Sebek looked up at you, cheek wet from his teary eyes and mouth quivering. 

“Whaat…?” He whimpered lowly. 

Your plan to smack his head to the ground for being loud and hurting your newly enhanced ears, vanished as your eyes dilate into a full round. Then your self control broke.

“WHA—WHAAAA.”

Followed by a numerous “AAAA!!!!”

The lot of them froze from shock at your uncharacteristic behavior.

You had licked his wet cheek and the tears that is falling in his face. In a moment the red wet face of his had become a raging red as he hold the part where you licked him. 

“HUMANN! WHA—-…..are you trying to console me?”

You had your ears covered when he shout, bow that he is talking. Your sleepy brain went on over-drive and went full cat. You went to nuzzle your head to the crook of the aligator’s neck. 

Blushing even more Sebek then hug your waist as he scoop you to his lap. “OH HOW KINDDD! ill accept this with the greatest honor!” 

The sun shining on you had made you even sleepier, so you don’t mind getting a cuddle from the aligator man. Plus his toned abs and muscle had made a great cushion for you to sleep on. 

“HEY!! THATS NO FAIRRR!!!” Epel now snapped out of his trance stood up and point at the both of you.

“ you cheating scoundrel! I also want to hold themm!!” He continued.

“Yes not fair at all!!! Why does the one doing a half assed job get it all?” Ortho followed 

“Yeahh! Why do you have to be the one holding them..” deuce asked.

“We also deserved a rewards for saving her you knoww!” Ace said

“It should’ve been me the great Grim that they hold and pamper not you guys, i am the original so shooo! Find someone else!” 

“C’mon guys.. we can take turn.” Truth be said, Jack is disappointed that it is not him that you fall asleep on, but he is trying hard to save his dignity and so he chose to act mature as begrudgingly that is.

You had gone far from reality and off to the dream world. 

The lot of them decide to spend rest of the lunch break eating their food while also passing you around.

“Heyy.. heyy .. y/n.. its time for class.”

“Hnn.. what time is it?” 

You had woken up in deuce lap. Enjoying the plush of his thighs as pillow. You slowly wake up. Then your instinct told you to lick him and so you did.

“AA.. AA.. what ..”

“Oh sorry.. i didn’t realized  what im doing” you yawn.

“No no its alright!! you could do more if you want.” He mumbled the last part so you couldn’t quite hear it. The tip of his ears are now red.

Deuce has determined, he will never wash his face again.

Thankfully no one saw that action or the whole group is going to go for a whole banter show again. 

Then it’s time to separate to different class much to epel’s, sebek’s, jack’s, and ortho’s disappointment. 

“Ah.. i wish you are in my class y/n” epel said

“I double that!”

“Hehe.. too badd so sadd..”

“They belong with us.”

“Whomp whomp.” 

The trio idiots jeered making epel and the rest, veins popped out in frustration.

“Just ya wait ya bastards!”

Surprisingly even jack is quite annoyed as he let out a low growl.

Ortho is planning some mischievous prank to follow the trio. 

Sebek is hiding his jealousy although it is very apparent on his face how annoyed it is. 

Adeuce and grim are sneering at them like they had win something. 

Sulking the rest of them go to their respective classes.

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Finally the last class has rolled. Adeuce and grim not reallg excited to have to share you with the other four, and the other four anticipating your presence. You better prepare to say goodbye to your privacy time.

“Oh we dont have enough mushroom for this potion. We need to get more of it.” groaned grim your lab partner.

“Ooo..! Dont worry ill take it!” 

“Really?!! Thanks a lot y/n”

“No problem!” You hopped off your seat and begun to make an exit.

Into the glasshouse you go. 

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“This campus is too big im getting tiredddd..”

You groaned as you open the glasshouse. You begun to make your way to the garden-shed. 

A hand suddenly grip your ankle making to fall.. into a soft cushion?

Your hissing starts to quiet down as you slowly processing who just grab you.

Before you know it you are hold captive in the embrace of the great lazy lion. 

“Ohh.. look who is here, herbivore.” 

“Leona, you scared me.”

He chuckled in response. 

“Please let me go now.” You try to wiggle out.

“Why would i do that.”

“I need to go back to class before professor crewel kills me.”

“Hahaha, don’t worry you are safe within my arm.”

“But—“ 

Before u could continue your word Leona had rubbed the spot just behind your ears shutting you up. 

All of that human instinct thrown out the window.

Revert bacc to cats

You nudge your head toward his hand as you purr. 

“You like that don’t you.” he chuckled. 

He removed his hand away from that spot, craving for more you nudge your head to the crook of his neck.

“What should i do with you. Demanding a royalty to scratch your ears tsk tsk..”

“You better stick around with me you hear, after all who can protect you better if not me.” 

He lazily said

Leona’s sleepiness begun to affect you as you begun to feel comfortable in his hold. You decide the lion hair is messy you give it a lick.

“…”

“Ohhhh… sorry... i dont know why i did that…” you snapped

Leona held the back of your head and place your head to his chest. 

“Moving on too quickly on the relationship, are we? What an impatient and impudent herbivore of mine. I should teach you properly. but for now, let’s sleep”

Yawning He placed his arms and legs caged you and his tail intertwining with your new ones. He doubted anybody would disturb the sleeping lion, but this is you he is talking about. Everybody would do anything for you. Not taking any risk he draped over a tarp to cover the both of you, learning from experience that they are a good disguise material.

After all, the hunting game would start at the end of class, it will be an easy win for him, plus nobody could blame him or call him cheating, since technically you fall down to his arm and got caged. And on the extra side he wanted to see malleus dread angry face as he saw the both of you with burning jealousy.

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Meanwhile in class,

“Hey grim where is y/n?” Ace approach the doodling werebeast. 

“Oh they went to get more mushroom for the project. “ 

“Since when?” Deuce continued

“Around.. an hour ago..?” 

“GRIMM!!!” The both of them exclaimed

“Whatt.. i got distracted!!”

“The class is almost over noww!”

“And they are still not here!!”

“Ehem.. little pups, why are you making a fuzz over here?”

“Eeek!!!!” Trio idiots turn around finding crewel with the whipping. 

“One.. two.. three…, where is the other pup, or should i say kitten now?” 

“Uhmm you see proff, we ran out of mushroom.” Grim swallowed his saliva

“So they left to get some..” ace half mumbled.

A large heavy sigh escaped his mouth as he hold firm of his whipping stick.

“And they haven’t returned yet is that it?” The man tone getting lower.

“Eeek!! YES SIRE!” The three of them shrieked. 

“what am i to do with you, tch i know i should’ve prioritize that adoption paper sooner.” he whispered half of the part. 

“Well you better find them sooner— “

The bell has rung and in the same exact time the door flung open to reveal Epel, Jack, Ortho, and Sebek. 

“WHERE IS Y/N ?!!” Jack barged

“Geez you can’t wait can you.” Ace groaned.

“This is importantt!!” Ortho interjects

“It’s not thatt!! Its just—.” Epel word was cut off.

“THESE PUNY HUMANS ARE MAKING A HUNTING GAME OUT OF THEM!!” Sebek shouted. 

That is it, that is the breaking point for crewel. Fuck that bird brain crow, he is going to shave him bald. And for his naughty puppy, well lets just say disciplines awaits. 

“Is that so.” Slapping his whip to his hand creating a loud sound. 

“Oh goddd look he is emitting black aura! “ Ace shooks

“We are in trouble!!” Grim stammered.

There is a collective gulp throughout the classroom. 

“Well then what are you doing? FIND THEM!” 

“Yes, sire, yes!” The lot of them immediately jumped out of the door to find you. 

Soon news that you had gone missing spread throughout NRC.

Meanwhile in Heartslabyul,

“Where could they be? I hope those insolent fools haven’t broken any rules and trapped you!”Riddle hoped before he gave orders to his soldiers ,including ace and deuce, to find you. 

Riddle had thought that it is better for you in the care of heartslabyul since both he and trey have experience dealing with a cat beastman, hecc they can even invite Che’nya to help you adjust into your life as a new cat beastman, he just hoped che’nya won’t teach you anything wierd or questionable. 

Meanwhile in Octanaville,

“ oh my what a turn of event! My angel-cat fish is missing, i shall be the one to find her first. Jade, Floyd, our perfect plan can wait, for now its time to search them.” 

“Yes Azul.”

“Yes Azul~”

Meanwhile in Scarabia,

“Eh?!! They are missing?!! I hope they just got lost in the campus! Oh how scared must they be if they’re under the hands of one of the students.”

“Not now Kalim, we need to focus on finding them.”

Meanwhile in Pomefiore,

“Rook, did you manage to target the spell onto them?”

“ Non, I’m embarrassed to say but since they were covered by jacket belonging to jack howl I am unable to track them down.”

“Tch. where can they be… Rook change of strategy, it’s time for a different kind of hunt.

“Oui, Roi du Poisson, let your wisdom guide us through.

Vil shudders on the thought that any other dorm leader had gotten his hand on you, and most certainly he hoped it is not Leona. What a lazy lion could do to affect your beauty potential, keeps him up at night. 

Meanwhile in Ignihyde,

“ what ortho, y/n is missing, and just before the hunt. My luck could never be better.” Idia moaned. 

“I’m sorry brother.” The robotic voice of ortho can be heard through his tablet.

“Thats alright, you’ve done well. Now if you could scan all the campus and i will access all camera.”

“It will take about 30 min with the school slow internet.”

“Its good enough. Now leave it to you brother. Its going to be an eazy Peezy catch. LAWL.”

“Heheheh, of course brother!”

Meanwhile in Diasomnia, 

Once the news had reached the ears of Malleus Draconia, a loud thunder light had blasted through. 

“ calm down Malleus, it’s not like the hunt is over yet.” He chuckled.

“ you’re right lilia. I need to make haste to find them. Silver, come with me lets us play this game of hunt.”

“Yes, Malleus.” Silver anticipatingly answered. 

“Khufufufufu, they can hide all they want but it will be an easy game for us” 

Meanwhile in Savannaclaw,

“Ohhh? Y/n is missing? Shishishi…Leona might’ve captured his prey on record time afterall. Oh well, less work for me and I get the spoil too, Yeahh! Lucky!” Ruggie chuckled as he can’t seem to find Leona as well. 

[words 2318]

>> to be continued<<

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taglist: @agaygothicmushroom @feverish-dove

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #carter diamond #leona kingscholar #twst leona #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #epel felmier #lilia vanrouge #silver #twisted wonderland yuu #sebek zigvolt

[rorywritesjunk]

All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

It was Buggy's turn to do your makeup.

Rating: R because the girlfriend can't keep her hands to herself or keep her dirty mind from wandering.

Warning: None really, just suggestive themes. Buggy has a bun because I can't help myself, and chest hair. Mentions of nipple piercings on Buggy because why not? And Buggy is a damn tease as well.

A/N: Sequel to the makeup fic. I wrote two versions of this before deciding the second one was more on track with how the original went. It's inspired by a tag from @sporadicthingcollection from the first fic. Title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara.

Part One is here!

The bath had been comforting, warm, and much needed. This time it wasn't Buggy having a bad day and needing some pampering, it was you. Between losing half your groceries from ripped bags to a pot of water boiling over on the stove and making a huge mess, your foot had also been run-over by Cabaji on his unicycle while you were trying to help some of the performers literally find their marks. It wasn't the first time your foot was a victim to the unicycle, but in the chaos of the day, you didn't think to wear shoes and well, the tread-mark shaped cuts on your foot was a reminder to do so next time.

You toweled off and pulled your robe on, wincing as you limped over to the bed to sit. Buggy was sitting at his vanity, only in his underwear as he unwinded from the day as well. His hair was up in a messy bun, his back to you as he wiped away the day's makeup. It was always a fascinating sight to you, and you knew you were lucky to see him in a near vulnerable state like this.

He rummaged through the drawers of the vanity for something before looking up at the mirror and seeing you reflected back at him on the bed. He smirked, the red around his mouth still prominent, making the smirk appear larger than it was.

"See something you like?" He teased. You flushed at being caught staring. 

"Always." You shot back as you continued watching him, a thought coming to your mind. It was dumb to ask. You both were going to bed in the next few hours, but you didn't know when a better time to ask would be. "Buggy, can I ask you something?"

"Depends." He replied as he looked back at himself in the mirror. "What is it?"

"Um… could you do my makeup?" You asked. "It's just… I like seeing how you do yours and… thought maybe you'd be able to do mine? But I get it if you don't want to, you know, I don't think I really have the face for it."

He pushed his chair away from the vanity and stood up. He didn't say anything as he turned to face you and crossed the room in just a few steps. You wondered if you offended him somehow by the way he grabbed your face when he approached you, staring down at you before smashing his lips against yours in a surprising kiss. You gasped when he pulled away, head spinning as you wondered what the fuck brought that on.

"Thought you'd never ask." He grinned. "Let's get started."

He went back to the vanity and started rummaging through drawers, piling whatever his findings were on the top. You wondered if you should even bother to change into clothes since you would likely end up naked by the end anyway, it would be less of a hassle to stay in your robe.

He came back over a few minutes later and gestured for you to scoot into the middle of the bed. Oh, he was going to do it on the bed, like how you did for him. You scooted to the middle of the bed and grabbed a pillow to stick under your head before making sure your robe stayed closed. He crawled on top of you, knees on either side of your body as you moved your hands to rest over your chest. He didn't need to pin your hands down because you weren't going to grope him like he did to you every time you did his makeup.

Once he settled on top of you and you realized the view you would have, you suddenly realized that oh, you can see why he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Sure, you had been under him plenty of times, but not like this. For one thing, his thighs were right there. Of course you've been between them, looking up at him from the ground as you sometimes knelt down in front of him while he sat in his captain's chair, his pants undone as your mouth su-

"Babe." He snapped you back to reality. Your face was red. "You good?"

"Y-Yes." You replied as your fingers twitched, needing to be touching something to keep you focused. He seemed to notice and grabbed them, placing them both on top of his thighs, the last place you wanted to be touching right then because you knew them so well. You knew how they felt under you whenever you were straddling his lap, whether it was in bed or his chair, naked, riding him until-

He cleared his throat and you up at him again, turning redder in the face.

"Behave." He teased as he held up two eyeliner pencils near your eyes. He studied them for a moment before tossing one aside and uncapping the other. He then leaned down, face close to your own as he carefully moved the pencil along your bottom eyelid, looking at you but not really. The urge to pull him down for a kiss was there, and you thought the possibility of losing an eye would be worth it if you got to kiss him right then.

He was finished quicker than you thought and kissed your forehead. You realize you didn't specify how to do your makeup. Was he going to do something elaborate or simple? Your fingers tapped nervously against his thighs as you started to wonder if this was a good idea. You had worn makeup a few times in your younger years but it never looked right, so you gave up trying to learn how to do it on yourself.

But damn were you glad to have asked him to do it. It was a different kind of intimacy having him leaning over you, an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a brush in the other as he whispered for you to close your eyes, which you did without hesitation. Your hands stayed on his thighs, moving up and down his thighs slowly, fingers crooking to drag your nails over his skin. You didn't really pay attention to how much you were moving your hands until you felt the fabric of his boxers against your knuckles. You decided to push your luck as you flattened your hands back down and began to slide them up his boxers slowly.

"Babe!" He yelped as he swatted at your hand. "Hey!"

You cracked one eye open and grinned. "Sorry, didn't realize what I was doing."

"Liar." He scolded, looking scandalized by your actions. "I'll sit on you like you do me if you don't watch it."

"Aw, but Buggy!" You whined. "I can't help it!"

"Watch it." He warned as he held the brush threateningly. "Everything else is fair game right now but that. Just wait."

You pouted up at him as you let your hands move to his waist instead, your thumbs running along the waistband of his boxers. He seemed fine with that and you closed your eyes again as he began brushing the eyeshadow over your lids.

It was just hard not to touch him. Before you knew it, you were sliding your hands up his sides, to his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples, resisting the urge to tug on the piercings he had there. You felt him flinch when you touched him, so of course you did it again before running your fingers through his chest hair, hands moving up to his neck so your arms could wrap around him. He cleared his throat and you opened your eyes. 

"Okay, I gotta keep you still." He said. "You're getting too handsy."

"But Buggyyyyyy!" You pouted up at him. "I can't help it, really. Just… fuck, you should see what I'm seeing right now. You look so damn beautiful like this."

He blushed but said nothing as he set the eyeshadow aside. He reached back to unhook your arms from around his neck, pushing them above your head suddenly and holding them against the mattress. He held them down with one hand while the other moved to your cheek, stroking your flushed skin softly.

"And if you could see how you looked right now, babe, underneath me like this…” He trailed off as he tightened his grip on your wrists, his other hand now sliding down your body, untying your robe, touching your stomach as it moved between your legs. You inhaled sharply, trying to move your legs apart for him, biting back a moan.

And then he pulled his hand back without even touching you.

“Buggy!” You whined. “Why?!”

“We’re not finished yet, babe.” He smirked. “I still have to do your lipstick.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #one piece #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

[jollytaleswriter]

Angelica

pairing : harry styles x fem!reader

summary : harry is writing his first album and y/n is on her summer break, what happens when they meet during their holiday in italy?

contains : summer fling, fluff, allusion to smut but no smut

word count : +4.5K

author's note : angelica flowers are associated to inspiration

I do not give consent for my work to be plagiarised, translated or reposted on any other platforms

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It was the end of June.

Following the itinerary her phone had given her to find her accommodation, Y/N felt hot and cursed her past self for deciding that wearing jeans on the day she travelled to Italy was a good idea.

When Y/N finally arrived at her destination, she searched for the reservation paper in her handbag that rested on top of her suitcase before typing the four-digit code the landlord had given her to enter the apartment block. Suddenly, before Y/N had the chance to reach for the door knob, a man came out of the building.

The man greeted her and, noticing her suitcase and travel bags, asked if she was renting a place for the summer, to which Y/N nodded.

"So am I. I’m Harry, by the way." Harry smiled from ear to ear and held out his hand for Y/N to shake.

After Y/N had introduced herself, Harry offered his help to carry her luggage because it was a pain in the ass without an elevator. Y/N gladly accepted and when they had made their way upstairs, they were both pleasantly surprised to see they would be neighbours for the summer.

"I’ll see you around then." Was the last thing Harry had said to Y/N before he left her to unwind and unpack her things.

The flat was small but cozy and it gave a wonderful view on Levanto’s beach.

Done settling down and tidying her things, Y/N let herself fall on the bed and let out a satisfied sigh. She was happy to be here. Having just passed with flying colours her final exams of the year, Y/N wanted to take time for herself. She desperately needed to spend her summer in a sunny and tranquil place so as to let go of all the stress college had put her through.

Y/N had not had a proper holiday in a while and, having always dreamed of travelling to Italy, she immediately started looking for an affordable accommodation to rent when she read about Levanto whilst organizing her trip. Which, luckily, she found. Y/N was not wealthy by any means but working as a waitress in a two-stars rated restaurant paid well and the little yet significant amount of money her parents had gifted her after her finals had enabled her to put enough money aside. Hence the decent budget for her time in Italy.

Apart from a couple of day trips, Y/N’s only plan was to rest, read and bask in the sun. Relax before entering her last year of university. La Dolce Vita, as the Italians called it. Speaking of which, maybe Y/N would take this opportunity to improve her Italian, she only knew basic phrases.

The sound of her phone buzzing caught her attention. Y/N grabbed it and checked her messages.

Iris : hope you had a safe trip. Text me when you arrive xo

A smile tugged at Y/N’s lips and she swiftly typed her answer. She and Iris were practically attached to the hip but as Iris had already planned to visit her family over the summer, she hadn’t been able to accompany Y/N on her adventures. It was a shame but they would keep in touch and hang out as soon as Y/N was back home.

She scrolled through her phone for a few minutes before Iris answered her text by asking Y/N to call her once in a while to catch up and demanding that Y/N keeps her informed if she met someone.

Although her friend’s text made her think of Harry, Y/N rolled her eyes and sent a will do. After that, Y/N headed to the bathroom to take a shower and pamper herself before picking a cute summer dress of a mid-thigh length for her evening out.

A quick research on the internet allowed her to find a restaurant nearby. Feeling ravenous, Y/N decided to not wait any longer and took her purse and her book and left.

The restaurant was a short walk away from Y/N’s accommodation. It was small and a little bit hidden but it seemed comfortable.

Y/N ordered a cocktail and was about to skim through the menu when one of the waiters introduced the artist who was going to perform that evening.

Y/N instantly recognized Harry as he climbed on the dais that had been put there for the occasion. Guitar in hand, he waved shyly to his audience. "Tonight’s a special night for me because the songs I’m gonna sing for you are ones that I’ve written myself and it’s the very first time I’ll be singin’ them to a public."

People clapped their hands after his admission to encourage him and just as Harry started singing, his gaze met Y/N’s. The grin that appeared on his face told her he had recognized her too. They were not able to keep their eyes off of each other until the end of the show.

A round of applause was heard as Harry thanked the audience and the restaurant for letting him perform.

Everyone talked about Harry. Some, mainly girls, even walked up to him to whisper a few kind words to him.

Y/N observed Harry putting his guitar back in its case. She debated with herself whether or not she should go and talk to him but he beat her to it.

"Fancy seein’ you here."

Y/N smiled. "Nice to see you too. You were great up there."

"Yeah ? You really think so ?"

Y/N nodded. A boyish smile tugged at Harry’s lips and the pink tint on his cheeks betrayed the fact that he was flustered by the compliment.

Harry asked if he could join Y/N for dinner to which she replied positively. He took a seat in front of her and they both proceeded to look through the menu. They both opted for a plate of pasta and after ordering their food, they carried on their conversation.

Harry revealed that not only was he a musician but he was also a baker. He had been working in a bakery in London for years and would play music in his free time. When he turned eighteen, Harry started performing in bars and until now, he had only sang covers. Over time, as he grew more confident in his skills and talent, Harry began to work on his own album. He had been writing songs for ages and he was particularly proud of the ones he had written and composed for this project. However, Harry was now facing a case of writer’s block. He had ideas that never seemed to be good enough and he struggled to get the words out. Therefore, his friends, who were also his band and accompanied him during his gigs, advised him to take some time off and try not to pressure himself. On second thought, Harry decided to take his friends’s advice and his lack of inspiration was the reason why he was in Italy.

Y/N eagerly listened to Harry’s story as they enjoyed their meal. He asked her what she was doing for a living and Y/N told him about college and her degree to become a teacher.

They had so much to talk about that they did not see the hours pass and they only left when a waiter politely interrupted them to ask them to leave because they were closing. Harry and Y/N paid and walked home together. Before parting for the night, they exchanged their numbers.

****

The sound of her phone vibrating on the table reached Y/N’s ear. She put down her book and grabbed the device.

It was a text from Harry.

Care for an ice cream ?

Always. Give me ten minutes. Was Y/N’s eager answer. She quickly changed her clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up before leaving, not forgetting to take her purse and her keys.

No sooner had Y/N knocked on Harry’s door than he let her in like he had been impatiently waiting for her to show up.

"So there’s a great ice cream shop near the restaurant we were in the other day. I was thinking we could go there." Harry said as he put on his shoes and Y/N hummed in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later, Y/N and Harry were queuing at the ice cream shop behind a couple holding hands and a mother whose two yound children were jumping around. Y/N had already settled for two scoops of strawberry ice cream. Harry on the other hand could not seem to be able to choose. He hesitated between a couple of flavours.

"Just take two flavours tonight and we’ll come back tomorrow so you can get different ones." Was Y/N’s advice. Harry’s shoulders relaxed and he let her order her dessert first while he made up his mind.

"So we’ll come back tomorrow, huh ?" Harry smirked as they got out of the shop.

"Hm ?"

"You said we’d come back tomorrow."

"I mean, you, uh, you don’t need me to come back."

Harry breathed out a laugh. "I was just teasing, I’d love to do this with you again."

Harry suggested that they went to the beach so as to watch the sunset. Y/N eagerly accepted the offer and they decided to sit on a bench that stood near the stairs that led to the beach.

Y/N told Harry about her day, how she explored Levanto’s historic center and enjoyed the afternoon at the beach. They talked about music a lot—they had found that they shared a common interest for Fleetwood Mac—and Harry opened up about his love for Italy.

It had all started when Harry was just a kid. He and his family had spent the summer holidays in a seaside town of the Northern coast of Italy. He had promised himself he would come back and he cherished these memories with his family with all his might. Now that he was on an artistic retreat, Harry figured it was the chance he had been waiting for to travel back to Italy for the second time. Inspiration was what Harry was hoping to find in Levanto.

Soon enough, it was dark outside. Crickets could be heard and a light breeze was blowing. Harry and Y/N, after finishing their ice cream, walked back home. Harry had asked Y/N if she wanted to hang out at his place for a while before going to bed and Y/N had said yes.

"You can turn on the telly if you like." Harry said as he grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. Y/N happily did so and Leonardo Dicaprio’s face appeared on the screen.

Harry’s face lit up as he handed a glass of water to Y/N and he plopped himself down on the couch next to Y/N. "D’you mind if we watch Titanic ? I mean, I’ve already seen it countless times before and you probably have too, but I really wanna rewatch it now."

"You know what, I’ve never seen Titanic."

"Seriously ? Well then that’s just another reason why we should watch it. Unless you don’t want to, of course."

"I want to." Y/N confirmed and Harry smiled. Since the movie had already started, Harry summarized what had happened up until this point. It was endearing, seeing how excited Harry was.

They stared at each other and Y/N did not miss the way Harry’s gaze flicked to her lips for a brief moment. She had noticed him doing that earlier on and she could not deny that she wondered what his lips would feel like against hers.

Harry leaned towards her. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat and her lips instinctively parted slightly. Harry seemed pleased with her reaction. His gaze once again fell to her lips except this time, he didn’t bother looking up.

"May I kiss you ?"

"Please do."

As soon as she gave him her consent, Harry cupped her face in both of his hands and kissed her delicately. Gentle touches became needier. Open mouth kisses were shared and one of Harry’s hands slipped in his Y/N’s hair as hers gripped his shirt.

"Bedroom ?" Harry asked, breathless.

"Yes please." Y/N giggled and hid her face in Harry’s neck when he picked her up.

Harry shut the bedroom door with his foot and, at the end of the night, Y/N still hadn’t seen Titanic.

****

A ray of sunshine coming through the blind woke Y/N up. A few seconds were needed for her to remember where she was. Instinctively, she wanted to check what time it was but was only met with the frustating fact that no clock was in the bedroom. And her phone was in her purse, which had been left on the couch last night.

Last night. Last night when she and Harry had kissed. Last night when she and Harry had done unspeakable things to each other whilst he whispered sinful words in her ear. Last night when Harry kissed her temple after what had been the best sex she’s ever had.

Y/N sighed. She had had one night stands before. She knew how it worked. Her only solace was that her walk of shame would be short. She dreaded the moment Harry would ask her to leave. She knew it was coming, he probably let her stay the night out of politeness. Y/N didn’t want things to be awkward between them not only because Harry was a great man but also because they were bound to come across each other.

Finally finding the will to get up, Y/N grabbed her dress that was discarded on the floor beside the bed and put it back on. She noticed that Harry’s clothes were still laying on the floor.

When Y/N left the bedroom, Harry was standing behind the kitchen counter. His Calvin Klein briefs were the only piece of clothing covering his body. His hair was dishevelled, curls falling on his forehead due to his head being lowered. He cut pieces of strawberries, bananas and blueberries had been put into two bowls that were in front of Harry.

Y/N tilted her head to the side. "Good morning."

Harry looked up and grinned, his bunny teeth showing. "Good morning, love."

The nickname did not go unnoticed by Y/N who she tried her best to hide how much it flustered her.

"What are you doing ?"

"Preparing breakfast. I hope you like fruits, you’ll need vitamins after such a…busy night." Harry replied, a smug smile dancing on his lips as he side-eyed Y/N to see her reaction to his teasing, making Y/N scoff. Her cheeks burned, she fidgeted with her fingers and, judging on how hard Harry tried to stifle a laugh, he noticed.

Finished preparing the fruit salad, he brought the bowls to the table. Seeing that Y/N was still standing awkwardly as if waiting for something, Harry pulled out a chair and told Y/N she could sit down. She obliged and watched him go back to the kitchen. Harry came back with a bottle of apple juice and some toasts.

"Apple juice ?" Harry offered and Y/N nodded before murmuring a thank you.

Harry seemed so unfazed by the situation that a part of Y/N felt childish for overthinking everything. After all, just because they slept together did not mean they could not be friends anymore. Y/N enjoyed Harry’s company and it has to be reciprocated otherwise Harry would not have let her stay for breakfast. Or is he just polite and plans on avoiding her as soon as she steps out of the flat ?

Finally working up the courage to speak her mind, Y/N cleared her throat, making Harry look up from his food. "Can we still be friends ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Well, you know, now that we slept together, I don’t want things to be awkward between us."

"I don’t want us to stop hanging out just because of that. Besides, I, you know, I wouldn’t mind if we did it again. If you wanted to of course." Harry said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Now that was unexpected. Y/N felt warmth spread in her tummy and she rolled her lips in her mouth to hold back a smile. "I wouldn’t mind either."

They continued to eat, looking up at each other every now and then to share knowing smiles.

****

"Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find ?" Asked Harry, looking at Y/N with big pleading eyes.

It had been a couple of weeks since Harry and Y/N had had their first night together. Having dinner in a restaurant and then head home to watch a movie once or twice a week had naturally became a routine although they would end up naked more often than not.

"You always say that." Y/N trailed, the ghost of a smile forming on her lips.

Harry pouted. "You know I’m a sucker for romance. "

"I know."

****

Hours later, Y/N woke up in an empty bed. Harry’s side of the bed was already cold meaning he must have gotten up a while ago. His phone was still beside the bed. Y/N turned it on to check what time it was. Half past seven in the morning. What could Harry possibly be doing up so early ?

Y/N left the comforting warmth of the bed and found Harry sitting on the couch. A notebook and a pen in hand, he was writing frenetically. The curls that fell on his forehead did not seem to bother him one bit.

Hey. Harry’s head shot up and he turned towards where the voice came from. His eyes softened and his soulders relaxed when he caught sight of Y/N.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you."

" ‘s alright." Harry smiled softly.

He patted the space next to him, signaling her to come sit with him, to which Y/N happily obliged.

"What are you doing ?"

"Writing songs."

"So early in the morning ? You must have been very inspired…" Y/N trailed as Harry left his pen in the notebook, at the page he was writing on, to act as a bookmark and put it down on his lap. He cloaked an arm around her shoulder and Y/N rested her head against Harry’s collarbone. She ran her fingers lightly along his bare thigh.

Harry had confided in her regarding his recent difficulties to write so Y/N was glad he had managed to get past his struggle.

"Mm I found the perfect muse."

Y/N looked up at him, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile. "Did you now ?"

Harry nodded.

"Tell me about them."

"Well you know her very well so…" He started but was unable to stifle a laugh, Y/N soon following.

"Could you-could you show them to me ?" Y/N quizzed timidly when their laughter had died down. "You don’t have to of course."

"Maybe later. ‘M not sure they’ll all make it to the album to be honest."

Y/N frowned. "Why not ?"

"I think I’d like to keep them to myself. For now at least."

Y/N hummed at Harry’s admission. "What about the album then ?"

"Don’t you worry ‘bout that. Do you have anything planned for today ?"

"Not really, no. Why ?"

"I was thinking, after I finish this song, we could get breakfast and then go to Monterosso together."

"I’d love that, Harry."

****

Their trip to Monterosso had been memorable. They walked from Levanto to Monterosso in the morning. It was a popular hike and a rather easy one although the main difficulty was the heat of August. Y/N and Harry took a few pictures together, shared the picnic they had packed when they reached their destination and when their apetite was satisfied, they agreed to hop on a bus back to Levanto and spend the rest of the afternoon at the beach.

After settling for one of the rare spot that was covered by the trees’s shadows and applying some sunscreen, Harry announced he was going for a swim. Y/N only peeped a small okay.

"Aren’t you coming with me ? I promise it’ll be fun…"

Noticing her hesitation, Harry tried another approach, hoping to convince her to join him. "C’mon, ‘s my last day. I wanna make the most of my time left with you."

That made Y/N react. Her ears perked up and she felt her eyes rounding at what Harry had said.

It was indeed his last day in Italy and therefore, with her. Already. The following day, he’d be getting on a plane to go home in London while she’d still have one week left. 

Y/N took his hand and followed him in the water. The sounds of their laughs and of water splashing covered those of the singing crickets as they had fun together.

But the mere presence of Harry by her side reminded Y/N that these were the last moments they shared together. She wondered whether Harry would want to continue their relationship, if she could call it that, after today. Neither of them had ever mentionned something more than the fling they had. Would Harry even miss her ? She knew she would definetely miss him…

Y/N was determined to confront Harry about her worries after her shower back at Harry’s rented flat. She found him in the bedroom, packing his suitcase.

"Do you need a hand ?" She asked, bringing her towel to the back of her head to dry her damp neck.

"No, I’m done for tonight, I’ll pack the rest of my stuff tomorrow morning."

Y/N nodded and chose to speak her mind at that moment which caused Harry to instinctively take a step back at her bluntness.

"Y/N…I can’t commit to a serious relationship right now."

"When I get back to London, I’ll be busy and I won’t be home often."

"It would be difficult for the both of us."

 "I’m sorry I lead you on."

Y/N was glad the couch she was sitting on supported her because she felt as though the air had been taken out of her lungs. Her throat tightened and her eyes welled up with tears. Harry’s words played in her head all over again. Deep down, she had been expecting this answer but it still hurt to hear Harry say it.

After talking it out for a moment, they agreed that neither of them would be happy and satisfied with a long distance relationship, no matter how much they cared about each other.

They decided to go out for dinner at the same restaurant they had come across each other on Y/N’s first day. Harry tried to make her laugh and make the evening a little more joyful than it had started, which he was able to, although Y/N still felt this dreadful sentiment of bitterness. After dinner, they enjoyed a nice stroll on the beach. Both were silent, listening to the pleasant sound of the waves and relishing in the other’s company.

They slept in their respective flats that night.

****

Someone knocking on her front door woke Y/N up. Barely awake, she stumbled through the apartment to the door and sent a quick glance through the peephole before letting Harry in.

He was fully dressed, contrary to her who only wore a pair of shorts and a tank top, his sunglasses rested on top of his head, and his suitcase stood beside him.

They both smiled when their gaze met and Harry took her in his arms. The hug lasted for for two or three minutes —Y/N is not sure— but she closed her eyes and enjoyed every second of it.

Harry was the one to let go first, whispering that he had to go now. He kissed her forehead tenderly, his hands craddling Y/N’s cheeks, and bid her goodbye.

As he walked away, Harry stole a last glance, the smirk Y/N had seen so many times over the summer plastered on his face.

Only when Harry was out of sight did Y/N shut the door and got back to bed, even though she did not want to sleep anymore.

****

Four months later.

Today was the release of Harry’s first album. Y/N knew because that’s all everyone talked about. It was all over the internet.

They had not talked to each other since Harry had left Italy. Harry said it himself, with his music career, he would not have the time for a relationship. Especially a long distance one. And Y/N had not realized it at the time, but uni kept her very busy. Choosing to cherish happy memories of a sweet encounter over commiting to a relationship in which neither of them would be emotionally available had been the best decision, Y/N understood this now.

It was only quarter past eight in the evening but it was a Friday and the combination of a week of exams and the early sunset of December compelled Y/N to let herself fall on her bed. Freshly showered, her still wet hair tickled the back of her neck but she couldn’t care less. She didn’t have the energy to get up and dry it anyway.

Y/N grabbed her phone and headphones that were on the nightstand. She opened Spotify and searched Harry’s name. As soon as she pressed the play button, Meet me in the hallway started to play in her ears. Y/N closed her eyes, imagining that Harry was right beside her and was singing her to sleep.

She unlocked her phone and noticed that she was almost through with the album. Y/N absolutely loved it. There was no denying Harry was a talented musician, she had known that since the night she had first seen him perform in Levanto, and now so did the rest of the world.

Ever since New York reached its end and Y/N saw that the next track was called Woman. As soon as the song started, Y/N gasped in surprise. Harry was not the one saying it but Y/N recognized the question he used to playfully ask her during their movie night.

Y/N checked the lyrics to make sure she was not dreaming but she wasn’t. The song did start by "Should we just search for romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find ?"

Locking her phone, Y/N smiled to herself, glad to know Harry had not forgotten all about her.

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[viviennevermillion]

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Hello again! I loved the first one and I'm absolutely in love with Sampo and Blade so can I request headcanons for them with a partner that loves to just shower them in affection? Like they love to hold hands, hug, compliment them, and just give little kisses all the time? :3

Showering them in Affection

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: this made me swoon so much because aaaaaaaaaaaaa sampo shdhshdjzjsjdjs. also guys check out my hsr network @masked-fools! feel free to apply to join us! also do tell me if you want to be on my taglist for any characters!

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: feels like home — edwina hayes

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: sampo, blade

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none

Sampo may seem like an "easygoing fella", as he describes himself, and seems to talk more than he is silent but it's a role he plays. Getting Sampo to open up and be genuine and honest with you is incredibly difficult and takes a long, long time and through it all he is pining so much. So once he's actually with you and fully gives his heart to you, he craves your affection like it's the air he breathes

He always indulges you when you decide to basically shower him in affection. You'll be planting kisses all over his face and Sampo has the proudest, happiest smile on his expression as if someone just crowned him king of Belobog.

He loves deep kisses. He'd be up for kissing you for an hour straight if you wanted to. He puts on a nice lip balm in your favorite flavor just for you. Just so you keep feeling like kissing him. He adores when you cup his cheeks and kiss him like this is your last day together. It makes his heart flutter.

Sampo feels he's living the dream with someone as affectionate as you. He's a man who wants to be spoiled and pampered. Literally melts and wonders whether he's in heaven already when you hold him in your arms and place soft kisses on his forehead. He snuggles closer to you, nuzzling your neck and you can smell his shampoo as you rest your head on top of his. It's really nice. Occasionally he pecks your neck and tries to cling to you even more than he's already doing.

You know those couples who make out in the hallway whilst other people are present? That's Sampo except in the Administrative District of Belobog. He thinks you look cute holding a small bouquet he got you at the flower shop and he decides if he wants to kiss you now, the tram and its driver, who is already cursing at you for standing in the way, can wait.

He's always happy when you want to hold his hand. But it also is never enough for him. You reach for his hand and he pulls you into a hug or presses a kiss to your lips almost reflexively.

Listen, Sampo is a sucker for compliments. He was thinking about "tall, blue and handsome" but any compliment that comes out of your mouth literally sounds so much better than that. He'd love to be called a pet name like "love" or "darling". Makes him feel like in a way you're partners in crime even if you're not participating in his scams.

There's nothing that makes Sampo's heart beat faster than you being bold with your affections. Pulling him into a kiss in front of a whole crowd. Trailing soft pecks down his neck while you're hiding from the Silvermane Guards. Announcing to your friends who may not approve of him as your boyfriend that he's the love of your life. He's down bad when you do stuff like this.

Blade tries to not show it on his face how much he adores how affectionate you are with him. He's never imagined himself as someone who's into this type of thing but surprises can come even to someone who has lived as long as he has.

Blade prefers slower, more soft affections from you behind closed doors as opposed to Sampo. He loves when the two of you are cuddled up in bed and you tell him how much you love him and kiss his cheek repeatedly.

Sometimes when he's back from a mission for the Stellaron Hunters, you'll immediately run up to him to embrace him. You'd pull him into a desperate but slow kiss, whispering against his lips that you were worried and that you love him, and Blade leans into your touch and his expression changes from one of stoicism or concern to an uncharacteristically soft and affectionate one. "Don't worry... I'm here now. I'll be alright", he always reassures you even on days where that couldn't be further from the truth.

After a long and stressful day, Blade loves when you drag him to have a warm bath with you. You help him wash his long hair and he falls asleep with his head on your chest inside the bathtub because the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp makes him relax into your embrace immediately. You have to chuckle at how peacefully he rests in your embrace. You only decide to end his nap once the water has started feeling a little cold. You wake him up with soft kisses and he hums quietly as he's waking up. As soon as he's aware of his surroundings again, he turns his head for his lips to find yours.

When Blade comes back from a battle, his skin is often sore and he feels tense so he loves when you help him relax by giving him a nice massage or pressing kisses to the scars that line his shoulders while whispering soft praises. You can see his facial expression relax and he looks so much more at peace already. His shoulders are also very sensitive so he just leans back and focuses on your kisses for a while whilst holding your hand in his.

Blade has calloused hands and slightly chapped lips. He's happy you still want to hold his hands and kiss him even though his skin is not soft. You tell him that this just means he has been through things and needs your love even more. "What would I do without you?", Blade chuckles lightly and lets you pull him into a hug.

Gets flustered at PDA. Especially if it's in front of his fellow Stellaron Hunters. He'll be chatting about Elios recent prophecies with Silver Wolf and Kafka and if you're the type of person to run up to him and try to bear hug him he's like 😳

Let's you call him Bladie but only if it's followed up by a kiss or an "I love you"

Blade is more of a passive lover but you can be certain that he enjoys every bit of your affectionate side.

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[otomefiend]

Victor

Collection Event: Mirror mirror...

A little Victor treat cause I missed him. ♡ Pardon any awkwardness since I don't have much time to proofread it.

~~~

(Where... am I...?)

(I'm sure I went to sleep in my room at the Crown castle, did I not?)

I decided to walk around and assess the situation...

Victor: "Hi there, Kate."

...I was greeted by Victor, who suddenly appeared in front of me.

Kate: "Victor....!? You appeared out of thin air..."

Kate: ".. oh, is it a magic trick, perhaps?"

Victor: "Pfft, it's not a magic trick. This is just a dream you're having, so anything is possible!"

Kate: "A dream...?"

Victor: "Yes, anything that happens here, happens according to your wish."

Victor: "Whether it's gorgeous gem- adorned dresses or delicious, buttery pastries..."

Victor: "One wish from you, and you can have anything you want."

As he said this, he picked up a tree branch that lay at his feet.

Victor: "Let's see --"

He gently waved the branch as if it were a wizard's wand.

At that moment, a table ready for a tea party and a large wardrobe fell from the sky.

The wardrobe opened itself, revealing a variety of colourful dresses.

Victor: "... ta da!"

Kate: "Whoa... amazing! It really is a dream..."

Victor: "Your enthusiasm is appreciated! Well, no point just standing around; let's continue our chat over a cup of tea."

He urged me to sit on the chair that had just appeared and drink the tea prepared for me.

(I feel like I'm always drinking tea with Victor...)

(...it's strange to enjoy myself like that in a dream)

Kate: "By the way, why are you my dream, Victor?"

Victor: "I'm here to make your dreams come true! It's like a stage set-up."

Kate: "My dreams, you say..."

Victor: "Yeah, no matter how daring they may seem. Tell me what you want?"

Victor: "Let your imagination run freely. Whether you want to fly, do something outlandish, or just visualise it!"

Victor: "I'll accept anything and make it come true!"

Kate: "Then... I want to spoil you, Victor."

His jewel-like eyes widened in astonishment.

Victor: "...spoil me?"

Victor: "Um... it's definitely something you want to do, yes? You're not trying to fulfill my wishes?"

Kate: "Yes, it's what I want."

Kate: "You're busy working as the Queen's Aide and looking after the Crown."

Kate: "And yet you never show that you're tired and always take care of me..."

Kate: "So I thought I'd let you rest your body and mind."

Victor: "........."

Kate: "But whenever I try to persuade you to take a break in real life, you politely refuse..."

Kate: "And there's only so much I can do when I lend you a hand with work."

Kate: "So... will you allow me to help you, even if just in a dream?"

Kate: "That's what I want."

Victor: "Seriously... you know you've already helped me enough?"

Victor smiled softly in an attempt to dispel my anxiety. He was kind even in a dream.

(Still, it was true I've been performing my duties as a fairytale writer...)

(Little by little, I feel like I'm helping the Crown)

(... but, that's not enough)

I wanted him to need me more. I wanted to be useful... I wanted to get closer.

These feelings welled up in my heart whenever I was with Victor.

Wanting to dote on Victor was more for my own benefit than his.

Victor: "........."

Kate: "I'll do whatever I can, so..."

Victor: "...now now, don't be too hasty saying things like that."

Victor: "Even if I'm just a figment of your imagination."

Victor chided me but then winked playfully.

Victor: "But... if that's what you want, then by all means, feel free to pamper me."

Kate: "Thank you so much...!"

Victor: "Haha, I should be thanking you."

Victor: "Hmm, so you want to pamper me then... but what should I ask you to do?"

Kate: "Would you like to have a nap? You could use my lap as a pillow!"

Victor: "Lap pillow...?"

(Oops, I got carried away and said something weird... offering my lap was a ridiculous idea...)

Kate: "S-sorry, forget what I said..."

Victor: "What a splendid idea, Kate!"

Victor: "I'm tall, so I always look down at you, don't I? It'll be fun to look up for a change."

He did not find it strange and accepted the proposal.

As I sat down in a field of flowers, Victor took off his coat and gently placed his head on my lap.

(It's strange... the touch of Victor's hair and his warmth feel so real)

Kate: "Are you comfortable?"

Victor: "Of course! It's perfect... though isn't my head too heavy?"

Kate: "Not at all, it's very light... Erm, I don't mean that your head is empty or anything like that...!"

Victor: "Haha! Don't worry, Kate!"

Victor: "I know you wouldn't look down like that at anyone... I can see right through you."

Kate: "... thank you."

His words made me happy; I could feel my lips curve into a smile.

Victor, who had been watching me from the lap, reached out and stroked my cheek.

Victor: "Being able to see your happy face at such a close distance... definitely makes me a fan of this position."

Victor: "Thank you for being by my side and always keeping a smile on your face."

His tender touch tickled me, and I returned the favour by combing my hand through his hair.

We continued talking about trifle things, until...

Kate: "....achoo!"

I suddenly felt a chill and let out a small sneeze.

Victor: "Are you feeling chilly? I'd hate for you to catch a cold."

Victor: "Put on my coat for now... I'll get something else to keep you warm."

He stood up in a hurry, intending to leave me.

Kate: "W-wait, please! I'm fine, so stay with me a little longer..."

It was Victor's presence that brought happiness into my dreams.

I felt that the moment he disappeared from view, the dream would end, and I would be back to reality...

I stopped him, wanting to immerse myself in this world a little longer.

Victor: "... then, may I hug you?"

Kate: "Huh...?"

Victor: "There's nothing here that can keep you warm other than me. Kidding --"

Kate: "... is it okay to impose on you this way?"

I was aware I was dreaming, and yet I did feel a bit chilly.

I wanted Victor to stay by my side, and I wanted to stay warm,

His offer satisfied both of those needs... so I gladly accepted it.

Victor: "........."

Hearing my reply, Victor became unusually silent, and then, hesitating, he gently pulled me into his arms.

He wasn't supposed to be real, and yet I could feel his body heat,

my own body, which meant to be cold, gradually started to warm up.

(I don't know why... I feel so calm)

Being held like that by a man made me embarrassed.

But more than that, it was like my body had been waiting for Victor to embrace me for a long time...

It gave me a sense of security—the sensation that I was where I belonged.

Without saying a word, I hugged him back, and his arms, initially hesitant, tightened their grip around me.

Kate: "... I think I like being hugged by you."

I said it without thinking, and then I realized. This was not the reality but the world of dreams.

Kate: "Still... this is my dream and my desire. I'm sorry for making you go out with me..."

I was happy to have my shallow desires fulfilled by the dream Victor...

...yet my happiness rang hollow.

Victor: "... you think so? Maybe this isn't just your wish."

Victor: "I'm sure the real Victor would appreciate it as much."

Wrapped in the arms of an imaginary Victor whose words were kind, just like in reality.

I sincerely hoped that this pleasant dream would last a little longer.

~~~

#ikemen villains #ikevil #victor #ikevil victor #ikevil collection event #fan translation

[bluelovessjy]

Legal line reacting to his pregnant s/o

genre: fluff, angst

Warning: mention of sex, mention of abortion, teen pregnancy (please stay safe and be careful)

Heeseung

You two were having one of your usual home dates where you ate all kinds of junk, played games, watched movies...

However you were a little... Boring?

You complained that the smell of pizza made you nauseous and decided to eat a can of sardines you found in the enhypen dorm fridge.

You slept through the movie and when Heeseung woke you up you immediately ran to the bathroom because the sardine didn't suit you well.

For some reason you couldn't look at Jake's face who was forced to lock himself in his room because whenever he appeared you complained that he was irritating you for no reason.

"Babe what's gotten into you today? Jake is almost crying in the bedroom because you didn't let him take a piece of pizza you didn't even want to eat"

"Hee I'm not cool to argue right now" you said feeling your sickness returning

"I'm not fighting with you, I just want to understand what...." The boy couldn't finish the sentence because at the same time you just fainted.

You woke up in a hospital room, with no sign of your boyfriend. You pressed the button next to you to call the nurse and asked what happened

"Miss passed out, your boyfriend brought you to the hospital. By the way, Miss, it's very dangerous to go so long without eating while pregnant"

"Pregnant? Oh no no you must have me confused"

"Miss is Y/N right?"

"Right"

"Then there is no mistake, the miss is pregnant"

You barely had time to reason the information out when your boyfriend walked through the door with a huge basket and a balloon that said "Congratulations"

"Babe you woke up!"

"I'll leave you alone" the nurse left the room and Heeseung held her hand

"No no, don't say anything" he said handing you the basket "first of all, you have symptoms of anemia you know? You need to eat, there are a lot of cookies in the basket, I know you love them"

He arranged a lock of his hair that fell in his face and continued

"Second, when were you going to tell me you're pregnant?"

"Wait...so the nurse wasn't making fun of me? I really am..."

"OH GOD... Didn't you know? maybe that explains why you got sick of Jake's face"

"HEE FORGET JAKE I'M PREGNANT WHAT WILL THE COMPANY SAY?"

"no matter what the company says our family comes first" kiss your forehead "now hurry up and eat the cookies for our baby, my baby"

Jay

"then?" Jay asked you on the other side of the bathroom door.

Jay had forced you to take a pregnancy test after having a dream where you were pregnant, you tried to tell him that was bullshit but he refuted it with "my father dreamed that my mother was pregnant of me and I think I am very real" so there you were

"Done" you opened the door holding the test that still hadn't given any results "we have to wait 5 minutes"

He pulled you to sit on his lap, he rested his head on your chest where he could hear your heart beating

"Although I think it's absolute bullshit" you started ruffling his hair "what do we do if your dream is right?"

"Well, we'll have to buy a house first, we'll have to search for good nannies, create a plan with our tight schedules..."

"You speak so calmly"

"Oh no... I'm not at all calm, I'm terrified" he lifted his head to look at you "but I know you're going to be a wonderful mother and I'm going to do my best to do a good job like my father did "

"Would you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"I have no preference, I will pamper regardless of gender" he gave a light seal on his lips "although having a little you to pamper would make me incredibly in love"

"You have the profile of a jealous girl father"

"I have?"

"I can imagine you saying: PARK YEJI NO BOYFRIENDS UNTIL 45" you struggled to make a voice similar to his

"Yeji is not a bad name by the way"

"Look, 5 minutes"

And there was...

pregnant +2

"I guess we can consider Yeji then"

"My dreams never fail I'm telling you"

Jake

it was late at night

You and Jake were sitting face-to-face with your CEO, who had hurriedly arranged this meeting without specifying why.

Jake was so nervous about the situation that his hands wouldn't stop sweating for a minute, all that was going through his mind at the moment was the fear that this meeting would mean the end of your relationship. You held his hand under the table in hopes of giving him some support.

"I'm sorry for the scare I caused, but I needed to talk about it with you in private. Y/N has been feeling sick in rehearsals for a while, we requested a blood test to identify the reason for this malaise.... Well, this is the result of your exams"

Without further ado, your CEO just placed a folder on the table and asked you to open it. When you took the document and read it you immediately turned white, Jake took the paper from your hand to see what it means, and just like you he became static.

Pregnant

you were pregnant

"This can't be serious" you added "n-no way"

"come on, I don't need to explain to you how human reproduction works, we just need to have a conversation about how we're going to proceed from here"

You two were just dumbfounded, without the ability to reason at that moment. Realizing this your CEO gave you the next day off, so you could sort this out, and soon you two were back in your dorm.

The drive in the car was absolute silence and when Jake heard you saying you were going to take a shower he immediately grabbed your wrist.

"I know you are trying to postpone the conversation, please you are pregnant with my baby and we had no idea"

You nodded sitting on your bed, your eyes immediately met Jake's which sparkled like two diamonds.

"OH GOD I'M SO HAPPY" he yelled making you feel confused

Of course you knew Jake always wanted a family, and you talked about it sometimes, but always thinking about the distant future.

"Jake"

"You'll look so beautiful with a pregnant belly, and don't worry I'll go out at dawn to buy you anything you want to eat"

"Jake"

"And you don't have to worry I'll take the night shifts so you can sleep"

"Jake"

"We're going to need a house for the three of us, we can't live with our baby in our dorms"

"JAEYUN LISTEN TO ME" his attention was drawn to you "I don't know if I want to keep this"

"Oh... I see...... I'm sorry, that possibility didn't cross my mind"

"You're not mad?"

Jake went to you and laid you down carefully on your bed, lying next to you and rubbing your cheeks with his hands "Jagi I really want to have a family with you, you have no idea how happy that would make me, I know it would take a lot responsibility and sacrifice but I'm willing, I'm willing to sacrifice everything for our little family.... But you come first, you're my universe, my life, my everything"

he rose a little to stand above you and kiss you

" You are the most important thing in my life and I am willing to sacrifice our little family for your well being, I will not force you to be a mom just cause it is my dream, I want you to be a mother of my baby cause you want it"

You were so lucky to have him

"Are you going to take the night shifts?"

"And change all the diapers"

"Maybe... Maybe we can make it work" you said causing an explosion of happiness in the boy who gave you thousands of kisses and especially kisses on your belly

Sunghoon

"Is this some kind of prank?" Sunghoon asked after looking at the "pregnant +4" test you had given him.

"I wouldn't joke about it" you reply, Sunghoon walked tirelessly with his hands on his head.

"This can't be serious, when did..... OH SHIT... shit, shit SHIT"

"Hoon please yelling won't solve the problem"

"Yes I know, I'm sorry" he sat beside you on the bed, still running his hands through his hair, trying to control his breathing. You stood there in silence for what felt like centuries, until you were forced to break the silence.

"I want to keep him" that simple phrase was enough to make the boy freak out again.

"Do you realize what you just said? Do you understand the seriousness of this?"

"Yes I do, but i want to take that responsibility, it was our mistake and he doesn't have to pay for our mistake"

"Y/N understands "he" doesn't even have a conscience yet, it's not like he understands or suffers, it will happen if we decide to keep it and we can't handle it"

He noticed your features change as he finished the sentence, which made him give his hair a ruffle again.

"Hey... hey look I'm sorry" he pulled you into a hug "I love you, I love you more than anything in this world and of course I want to have a family with you" a pause to rub your cheek " I just... I don't want you to lose your life, your freedom, for our mistake"

The two of you exchanged tender, affectionate looks before he pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead.

"Look... If you really want to have this baby I'll take my responsibility... I'll take care of you two"

#enhypen #enhypen legal line #kpop #enha smut #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enha fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung suggestive #jay #park jongseong #jay suggestive #jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #sim jake #jaeyun #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon suggestive #jake suggestive

[meowzfordayz]

hashira dream about you dying

Author’s Note: intended for these to be ~short, but as per usual got carried away w/ each consecutive Hashira… 😆 P.S. Nothing against Muichiro or Tengen! Just ran out of energy/inspo. 😶

hashira dream about you dying

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: death content, explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Okay so this might be a strange coping mechanism but I found out really awful news about my health lately and I need some serious surgery. I saw your post about hashira dreaming and I was wondering if you could do an emergency preference of how all the hashira reacting to having a dream where you die? Like how would they react and be towards you after waking up.

~faqs~

Wakes up feeling surprisingly calm

Feels your body tucked warmly into his

Presses his palm flat against your cheek, slowly syncing his breaths w/ yours

“I love you,” he whispers, smile tugging at his mouth as your leg manages to entangle itself further between his, toes warmer than the sunrise

Gyomei’s heart stutters, apology for disturbing you on the tip of his tongue as your hand covers his, soft chuckle slipping out instead when you cuddle his fingers to your chest, still deeply asleep

He knows death is inevitable, just as he knows he’d rather cherish his moments w/ you than fixate on missing them before they’ve even ended

Not to be repetitive, but… 

Once again (first time being in hashira dream about you cheating on them), this poor man 100% wakes up in a cold sweat 😔

He almost throttles Kaburamura when he sees him (Kaburamura) snoozing on your pillow 😬

On. Your. Pillow.

Where. Your. Head. Should. Be.

Where. Your. Head. Is. Not.

He knows in his heart of hearts that Kaburamura’s innocent

But if he’s innocent, then why is he on your pillow ??

And where are you ?????

Obanai’s up and out of bed in an instant

Sprinting through the house, hollering your name, barging into the bathroom, practically throwing himself down the basement stairs w/o even turning the light on

It takes ransacking the house to realize

…

…

Did they text me?!

Post ransacking clarity hits

They definitely texted me

9:14AM [y/n]: hii sleepyhead 😴

9:14AM [y/n]: wait wait wait I take that back

9:15AM [y/n]: hello handsome 😎

9:15AM [y/n]: I’m craving pancakes but we’re out of milk so I’m going to the corner store

9:17AM [y/n]: be back soon

Obanai glances at the top of his phone screen: 9:26 AM

Obanai winces

Obanai is glad you’re alive

Obanai is embarrassed

Obanai is now frantically un-ransacking the house

Doesn’t consciously dwell on it

Dreams are just that — dreams

But she def subconsciously behaves differently

Not that Mitsuri doesn’t already spoil you 👑

Buuut insisting you stay in bed for 5 mins so she can put your robe in the dryer It’ll be warm and fluffy!; helping you into it; and then scooping you into her arms, kisses sprinkled across your face to hush your confused protests ??

“Did you forget something? Did I forget something?” you ask alarmed, consulting your mental calendar to make sure your anniversary is still months away

“Nope!” she declares, bright smile both reassuring and further concerning you

…

“You just randomly decided to pamper me this morning?”

“Yup!”

“Is there bad news?”

“No.”

“Did you break something?”

She huffs at that, eyes rolling fondly, “I did not!”

“Are you okay?”

Mitsuri hesitates at your question, nose wrinkling as she touches her lips to your forehead

“Mitsuri?” you’re soft now — searching

“I’m okay.”

…

…

“You died.”

?????

“I dreamed that you died!” she quickly clarifies, sheepish giggle bubbling in her throat, “Obviously you’re not, like, actually dead.”

“Oh. Well. Yeah. I’m not like actually dead.”

And despite your slightly awkward deadpan of a response 😃, Mitsuri immediately understands your underlying message

I’m here

I’m okay

I love you

Is noticeably shaken for the rest of the morning

Knows it wasn’t real

Knows you’re sitting in front of her

Eating

Talking

Talking

Waving your hand in front of her fa-

Oops

“Shinobu,” you grumble, “What did I just say?”

Smiling lightly, she shrugs apologetically, “I wasn’t listening.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not.”

“Well typically I pride myself in being someone you don’t purposefully tune out.”

“I was distracted.”

You nod slowly, catching the faintest tremor in her voice, “Distracted by…?”

“A dream.”

“From last night?”

“You left me.”

Snorting fondly Silly you reach for her hand, squeezing gently, “Shinobu. I would never leave you. I love you! You’re stuck with m-”

“You died.”

Your eyes widen, grip tightening, Shinobu’s expression blank

“Oh.”

“I know you can’t promise to not die.”

Swallowing thickly, you meet her stare, shinier—fragile—than usual

“I can promise to love you while I’m alive.”

“I know that.”

And it isn’t quite enough

How could it be?

But feeling the heat of your skin, the devotion of your gaze, the steadiness of your commitment

Shinobu knows it’s all she could ever ask for 💜

Is usually a super considerate, thoughtful, bend-over-backwards partner

Aka would be loath to rouse you mid slumber 

But when Kyojuro dreams that you died?

He 11/10 immediately nudges you, index and middle fingers pressing gently into your neck at your pulse point

“Kyo?” you mumble, throat thick with sleep as you blink slowly, “Whatimeisit?”

“Just past 2am.”

It isn’t the forsaken hr that alarms you, but the lack of declaration in his voice

Your Kyo would be all Just past 2am !!!!! 😁 like he’s about to amble downstairs to make you a charcuterie board

—On that note, somebody pls and ty tell my partner that they need to wake me up at 2am w/ a charcuterie board ASAP 🤤😍😂

But this Kyo?

This Kyo is breathing heavily enough that you can actually hear him, yanno, breathing

This Kyo is fumbling under the comforter, grip warm and shaky when he finds your wrist — checking your pulse again

This Kyo eventually caves and wiggles himself until his bedhead’s tickling your chin, ear firm and desperate against your chest — listening to your heartbeat

“Did I cough in my sleep or something?”

#you are confused

#and concerned

“You died.”

“I… didn’t?”

In your defense, you’re still ¾ foggy

“I dreamed that you died.”

“But ?? I didn’t.”

Kyojuro’s too anxious to even consider feeling impatient w/ you rn

“You did not literally die, but you did die in my dream, and I am terrified.”

That sobers you

“Kyo…”

“I know you are alive! I know you are healthy! And fine! And alive! I just-”

“Just nothing,” you shush him, fingers carding through his hair, his eyes squeezed shut, fixated on the rhythm of your heart, “You’ve nothing to feel sorry for or ashamed of. That sounds horrible.”

“You were gone.”

Stiff

Cold

“How about we make tea?”

Not to dismiss or ignore his pain, but to ease him from it

Peering upward, Kyojuro smiles dimly, gratitude blossoming in his lungs

“Only tea?” “... you’re hungry.”

“First dinner was eight hours ago! We might as well eat second dinner!”

Not to fall into cliches

Which means I’m absolutely falling into a cliche hehehe

Buuut

Sanemi totally wakes up angry at you 💀

Logically, he knows he’s being a Stupid Dumb Idiot™

Emotionally, however

They fucking died

Translation?

He’s utterly wrecked 😞

At least, for a moment, until he physically shakes the sleep from his brain and regains his senses

“Wha’d I do?” you mumble, endeared, sleepy smile contrasting w/ his stormy, narrowed glare

“Nothing.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach up to pat his cheek, purposefully cheesy remark on the roof of your mouth when he intercepts your hand

*insert gulp here*

“Nemi?”

You audibly exhale as he brings your hand to his lips, tender kiss grazing your skin

“I’m angry at you for something that isn’t your fault.”

Oookay ?? 🤨

Sighing, he nibbles at your fingertip, gaze averted, voice quieter, “In a dream. Don’t worry about it.”

“One. If you’re hungry, then we can get up and make breakfast. Two. Should I ask? Or should I really not worry about it? Or both?”

Chomping gently on your finger, Sanemi smirks at your yelp, whine of betrayal followed by a pout

“Use! Your! WORDS!” you grumble, wrangling your hand free to flick his nose, “And stop deflecting!”

This is more fun the gleam in his stare says, the soft tug of your body closer to his reassuring you that I’ll tell you, I promise — just give me this moment

Is deathly quiet #pun intended

He’s already not one for chitchat first thing in the AM

But at least he generally murmurs Hi or Good morning or something that isn’t just staring at you like you’re:

going to explode

going to disappear (similar to 1, but less violent)

“How long have you been awake?” 🥱

No reply

“Good morning.” ☀️

No reply

“Giyuu?”

He blinks

What the fuck? “Giyuu!” 😐

“Five minutes. Good morning. I love you.”

“Are you sure you’re awake? That was an impressively delayed response.”

“I’m awake.”

Thing is, you know Giyuu

—what w/ being his partner and all that

Which is both helpful and frustrating

“Great. Thanks for clarifying. Now, am I going to have to pry this out of you, or will you tell me?”

You don’t meant to be harsh or insensitive

But this man def needs a nudge to express himself from time to time

“I had a bad dream.”

“About me.”

“About you.”

“Will you be okay?” you ask carefully

“Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. Happy to be here. Happy I get to love you too.”

He nods—mostly to himself—eyes finally regaining their focus, shadow of a smile gracing his face

“I’ll be okay.”

You don’t push further, an inkling of understanding in your heart regarding his dream

Giyuu may be guarded, but if he has walls, then you’re part of what they’re intended to protect

In other words: you know what he’s afraid of, of what can hurt him, and you also trust him

Trust him to tell you what you need to know, and to create a door for you when he’s ready 💙

Albeit, ofc, sometimes you end up creating your own door bc trust doesn’t always result in emotional aptitude 🙃

Tis a fine line between respecting your partner’s boundaries and ~crossing them bc “keep everything in until I combust” isn’t exactly healthy/productive either 😅

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @laurpartyprogram @concretenoah @thebadchic @jessitpwk @madomens @samanthasgone @myownthoughts12

I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway. 

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh. 

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward. 

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf. 

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.�� 

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. 

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her. 

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her. 

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?” 

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.” 

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you? 

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me. 

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin. 

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart. 

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back. 

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home. 

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.” 

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen. 

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. 

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.” 

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

Next chapter

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[anamizuiro]

Thinking about IkeVamp Self Aware AU brainrot where you stayed up late just to finish a love trial and grinding, so the suitors have to persuade you to go to sleep.

But because you are so persistent and going "just one more and then i'll sleep" and STILL not quitting the game and actually go to bed, they decided to be as persistent as you are.

At first, they will be like "don't you think you should sleep? I'm sure you are busy tomorrow" or "it's quite late, ma cherie. I advice you to take a break"

And when you won't listen to them, they become aggressive like "please go to sleep" or straight up popping out fake connection error pop up message even though your internet is perfectly fine. And when you click retry, the next pop up says "Go back to sleep. Please. (or varied ways to word it depending on who says it) " With (insert suitor name here) signed below like it's a formal letter.

Either you are intrigued by this or start to cover yourself in your blanket as you wondered what just happened.

And the next day, everything seems fine as you continue to play normally. You thought it was all just a dream for staying up so late, until one of the suitors in the check-in screen says something like "did you know? Staying up late can cause you health problems".

That's when you know you're not dreaming.

Omake under the cut (didn't include Galileo and Drake because I didn't know much about their characters yet. I stopped playing the game and mostly check on updates and spoiling myself on the posts i found on tumblr.)

[Omake: ways the suitors begs you to go to sleep]

Napoleon: "You need to rest. As much as I appreciate the effort you made to satisfy me, I'd rather have you not tire yourself."

Isaac: "For the love of God, please go to sleep. I don't want you to feel sick the next day!"

Arthur: "My dear, as much as I love all these gestures of affection and attention you have been giving me as of late, it's time for you to take a break."

Vincent: "Please get some rest. You can't force yourself beyond your capabilities. If you have trouble sleeping, please drink a cup of water."

Theo: "I'm going to ask you to stop right there and get yourself some sleep. Even mutts need some rest after giving their owners attention."

Dazai: "A beautiful flower blooms from a good soil, a fair amount of water droplets, and a fair amount of sunlight. Like that flower, you need and deserve some rest."

Leonardo: "Dios mio, I don't think you're supposed to be here this late. Tuck yourself in a comfortable and find something comfortable to hug. I learned from experience, it can help you relax.

William: "My dearest Juliet and Muse, it is late in the night. The sun have slumbered and the stars and moon have awakened. However, you should not be awake like them, for your place is in the garden of dreams and the comfort of sheets and pillows." (I'm sorry, i can't write shakespearean)

Jean: "Sleep. You need it more than I do."

Vlad: "Oh, you're still awake? Ahaha... I think it will be best if there's only one of us awake. And it's not going to be you, I'm afraid."

Le Comte: "Ma Cherie, what are you doing up so late? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Sebastian: "here you are, the fool. Staying up so late. Stop whatever it is you want to do next and go to sleep."

Charles: "No, no, no, you're not going to pamper me until you're tired are you? We can continue after you get enough rest! I can wait."

Faust: "You're a stubborn one. I'd rather be the one who stay up late. Not you."

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[i05wook]

Hi sorry to bother you…but could you possibly do an nct dream scenario where the members really appreciate it when their s/o scratches their back? Preferably with extra fluff^^

Scratch my back?? - NCT Dream

pairing: bf! dreamies x gn! reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship au!

summary: the members really appreciate it when their s/o scratches their back.

wc: 848

author’s notes: Thank you so much anon for this request!! Requests like this never bother me!! If anyone had any requests I am more than happy to write them <3 I’m so sorry it took so long though, I was really suffering from writers block.

Lee Mark - 이마크

Sometime our Mark Lee has no filter, as soon as he feels an itchy sensation, he makes some sort of noise, which makes you very confused at first. It’s only when you see him, both arms behind his back, one over his shoulder, and one around the back of his waist, both aiming for the same goal: the middle of his shoulder blades. At this sight you can’t help but laugh at your silly little boyfriend. It was at the sound of your laughter that Mark turns around wondering what began your laughing fit, however the confused look on his face causes yet another fit of laughter to erupt from deep within your stomach. Once your laughter has calmed (only after seeing Mark pouting), you decided to finally help him scratch his back, before hugging him and kissing his still pouting lips.

Huang Renjun - 黄仁俊

Renjun loves lying face to face with you in bed ever since the start of your relationship. He loves brushing your hair out of the way and rubbing your nose with his hand, and even counting your freckles (if you have them). In return, one day you started to rub your nails gently up and down his back, and it was then he knew he was in love with you. It may have only been something small, but he loved it. To him, it felt almost romantic. However, the next time you lay face to face, you never did it, in fact you lay with your hands resting on the sides of his waist. He was so displeased that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted that he stopped rubbing your nose, grabbed your hands and placed them at the top of his back, by his shoulder blades. He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and asked for you to do what you did last time. Instantaneously, you let out a small chuckle before satisfying the poor boy.

Lee Jeno - 이제노

Jeno is so incredibly shy about asking his s/o to scratch his back, sometimes even shyer than Jisung and Mark put together. Even after months or years of you being in a relationship, he still gets somewhat flustered asking you to scratch his back. It’s definitely something he’d only ask though in the privacy of your own home, or away from anyone else, worried that the other boys may tease him over something so trivial.

Lee Donghyuck - 이동혁

Haechan ain’t got no shame. If his back is itchy he’ll tell you to scratch it. Even from the beginning of the relationship, he doesn’t care. His comfort is more important than any embarrassment that the others might have felt asking that question to their s/o. However, he doesn’t like asking you around the boys… he feels slightly weird that he enjoys the feeling of you soothing his itch, but he doesn’t want the boys to know.

Na Jaemin - 나재민

Jaemin has no shame, but similar to Renjun, it’s not when his back is itchy that he appreciates you scratching his back, but when he is tired after a long day or week of practice, and he gets the chance to just feel peace in your presence. It became habit after a couple of months being together, that after his promotions or practices, you would head over to the dorms and spend a night just pampering your boy. He loved it when you massaged him, removing any knots in his muscles, but his favourite thing was at the end of the massage, you would always run the tips of your fingers up and down his back. He just found that there was something soothing about the action, that he often drifted to sleep before you’d even finish, accepting the position of small spoon for the night.

Zhong Chenle - 钟辰乐

Similarly to Haechan, he doesn’t care about his pride(???) If the itch is that uncomfortable he would rather ask you to deal with it than to suffer in silence. However, he would be a little more shy about it if it’s at the beginning of the relationship. If it happens in front of the boys and any of them try to tease him, he will threaten to revoke their privileges.

Park Jisung - 박지성

At the beginning of your relationship, Jisung feels really awkward asking his s/o to scratch his back, so awkward in fact that if his back does get itchy whilst he is with his s/o, he would much rather suffer with the itch until he is writhing from the uncomfortable sensation on his back. It would be this that caught your attention and immediately you’d place your hand on the centre of his back and lightly scrape your fingertips in the right spot on his back to satisfy the itch. Since that day, Ji has no issues in asking you to scratch his back, even if he doesn’t have an itch, he still asks you to do it because there’s something so weirdly affectionate and soothing when you do it.

requests: open

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[jerzwriter]

All in the Past 2/3

This started as a request from @angelasscribbles for ONE scene. Three parts later... I decided to make this a follow-up and alternate ending to one of my favorite short, angsty AUs, Unblemished, because we needed more angst. All three parts will be posted today.

Series Summary: Tobias & Casey were friends turned lovers whose different dreams led them to become friends once again. Two years after their painful breakup, Casey has moved on. Tobias is in town to attend his friend and one-time love's wedding, with his new girlfriend on his arm. It's just the wedding of an old friend, or, is it?

Part 2 Summary: Tobias's girlfriend, Meghan, has some questions for him, and he answers honestly - or so he thinks. Sienna attempts to get displeased Casey to see the truth. Tobias finally runs into Craig, the groom-to-be, and then it all falls apart.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters/Pairings: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x M!OC, Tobias Carrick x F!OC, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,100

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His eyes were wide open. Every microscopic crack and spec of dust on the ceiling above had been committed to memory. Tobias accepted that sleep wasn't going to happen about an hour ago. No, tonight, it was him, the humming sound of the air conditioner and his latest girlfriend blissfully sleeping at his side. Without waking, she snuggled closer to him, and he ran his fingers through her long, auburn hair as guilt consumed him. He genuinely liked Meghan; he cared for her. She was witty and kind. So beautiful that every head turned her way when she entered a room. He enjoyed her company, and she was good to him. Perhaps too good. He knew she deserved better than the half-truths he fed her early tonight. But were they lies if he was struggling to understand the truth himself? Any other fool would recognize what they had in Meghan. Then again, any other fool would never have let Casey go.

~~~~~

(Earlier that day)

Returning to his hotel room usually meant only one thing for him, but that's not where this was headed. Meghan, bless her, didn't seem upset. Still, Tobias couldn't shake the uneasiness that began creeping up on him during yesterday's flight and hadn't seemed to let down since. This wasn't the weekend he planned. A quick getaway to a luxury resort, a little pampering for him and his girl, some laughs with old friends, then wishing them well as they embarked on their new life together. It was supposed to be easy. Simple. But the human heart and mind can act in peculiar ways. Denial isn't always intentional, nor is it meant to be cruel. Sometimes, it's a mechanism designed to protect the individual at all costs. But there is a downside. We never know when the façade will begin to crumble, and even then, the truth isn't easy to accept. Tobias was about to learn a harsh lesson. We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.

Meghan sat on the edge of the bed with a gentle smile. Removing her new sandals and gently rubbing her sore feet, breaking in new shoes hadn't been on her agenda. Tobias dutifully sat at her side, taking over the task so she could rest. Her head tilted back as her eyes closed, and a soothing sigh escaped her. This was nice. So nice that Meghan considered putting the rest aside. But she wasn't about to let a little comfort win over her practical mind. 

"Tobias..." she began, gently touching his cheek. "I'm not mad, but I do want some answers."

"Sure. Ask away..."

"Why haven't you been upfront with me about you and Casey?"

"What do you mean? You know she's my ex, and we were friends before that. We decided being friends worked better for us, and that's what we've been for years. Where haven't I been upfront?" 

"Maybe it wasn't your intention, and maybe I read it wrong, but I was under the impression she was a friend that became a brief romance until you both realized you should have never taken that step. But since we left Boston yesterday, I feel like there's more."

"Meg, Casey wasn't a fling, if that's what you're asking. We cared for each other greatly but wanted different things and decided we'd be better apart. And she's getting married tomorrow... so it's worked out well for her."

"Perhaps.  But how it worked out for Casey isn’t my concern... but you... I know we're relatively new... so this isn't a life or death issue... but I don't want to invest my heart anymore if you're still in love with someone else."

"In love with!" He blurted. "Meghan, we've been over for two years. Do I love her as a friend? Yeah... but I'm not in love with her anymore."

"But you were..."

"Yes, was... past tense. Are you telling me you don't have anyone you've loved in your past?"

"Of course I do. At our age, most do. But... I feel like she's the one who got away, which is fine. Many of us have that person in our past, but most don't attend their weddings."

"You’re right. And I wouldn’t attend her wedding if that’s who she was.”

“Tell me why you broke up, the real reason.”

Tobias stood and paced the floor. “Her residency ended, and she was deciding what offer to accept. Duke was a great fit, but... that led to the where are we headed discussion. She wanted to get married, have kids, a dog, and a backyard... I wanted Boston or at least another city. I don’t like grass. I wasn’t too sure about a pet. I didn’t mind a partner, for life even... but marriage, kids... that always sounded like a trap to me, one I didn’t want to fall into. We talked, and when we couldn’t find a compromise, we decided to go our separate ways.”

“Was it hard?”

“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

“Then you see my point... it wasn’t easy, and she’s still one of your best friends.”

He returned to Meghan’s side, gently touching her knee. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear about the extent of our relationship. But it’s irrelevant... because we’re in the present. Casey and Craig are my friends... I haven’t been sitting around pining for her.”

“What if she wasn’t with Craig?”

“Meg, that’s unfair. We can’t sit in a pile of what ifs; we can only go with what is.” 

“You’re right,” she sighed. “I just don’t want my heart trampled on. I care about you, Tobias, and I think we’re building something good... I just want to make sure you’re all in, too. Are you?”

“I am,” he swallowed. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t believe that.”

“OK,” she smiled. “Then there’s nothing more to discuss.”

“Look, I’ve had enough wedding events to last me a lifetime. Why don’t we go do some sightseeing, just the two of us? We can go wherever you want. No one will miss us until the ceremony tomorrow.”

“I’d love that,” she smiled. “But let me change into something that matches the shoes I had on during the flight. I don’t want to break anything else in until the wedding.”

“You do that,” he smiled. 

He grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge, waiting for the sense of relief that washes over you after a discussion like the one they just had, but it never arrived. He mindlessly pulled the curtains aside to take in the view. The upgraded room was worth every cent; the view was magnificent. Then he shook his head. Of all the things his eyes could have landed on... it had to be her. She sat poolside, eyes glued on the book in her hands, and he chuckled. He never could get her out of a bookstore. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. I’m not in love with Casey anymore. He insisted. I’m absolutely not. So why did his heart ache as much as it had on that Boston night? After all this time, why did he feel like it had never healed at all?

~~~~~

Sienna was the vision of a Northern tourist, happy to be enjoying a balmier climate as she walked alongside the pool in a bright floral swimsuit with a matching sarong, Jackie O! sunglasses, and a floppy straw hat. The look was completed with the two frosty tropical drinks in her hands. Her smile was as bright as the afternoon sun as she approached Casey.

“I know you’re supposed to be relaxing for the big day,” she grinned. “But I would be remiss in my maid-of-honor duties if I wasn’t checking to ensure you’re not getting sunburned.”

“That’s what this lovely umbrella is for,” Casey smiled.

“Yeah, but it helps if it’s opened,” Sienna chuckled as she twisted the lever.

Casey accepted the strawberry daiquiri, humming with delight as the sweet sensation enveloped her. “This is so good. You’re a lifesaver.”

“That’s what best friends are for! Now, relaxation is nice, but is there anything I can do for tomorrow?”

“Nope,” Casey replied confidently. “All under control.”

“OK, what about for the rehearsal tonight?”

“Under control, too.”

“Casey, I’ll admit, I don’t have much experience with weddings, but I’ve never seen a bride this relaxed the day before her wedding!”

“It’s just a wedding,” Casey shrugged. “Our mothers are happy driving themselves crazy over the details. I just have to show up for hair and makeup, put on my white dress, and smile. It’ll work out.”  

She turned back to her book, unaware of the concerned look her friend had fixed on her. Finally, Sienna had to speak.

“Casey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you... happy?”

“Happy? Yeah... I’m happy.”

“Forgive me if I say that response isn’t terribly convincing.”

“Well, one doesn’t have to be gushing and oozing with delight to be happy, Si.”

“No, but it’s the day before your wedding, and maybe everyone isn’t a gushing, oozy kind of happy person, but... you always were.”

Casey closed her book and leaned back in the lounge chair. “If you have something to say, say it.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t. Do you want to get married?”

“Of course I do. Craig is a wonderful man, and he’s so good to me. We’re happy!”

“Happy... but not gushy and oozy happy.”

Casey removed her sunglasses and sat up to face her friend. “Who’s to say that’s for the best? I had gushing and over-the-top happiness. I know what it’s like. But what did it get me? It got me a broken heart. That amazing high dropped me into the lowest lows of my life. Days, months when I didn’t want to get out of bed...When I didn’t leave my house if not for work. And who got me out of that? Craig. He helped put me back together. And we are happy. No, it’s not all fireworks and rainbows, but those things aren’t real life. I’d rather live with reality.”

“Forgive me for saying this, Casey. But... I hope you’re not selling yourself short. I like Craig, I like him a lot, and I know he’s good to you, but you deserve the fireworks kind of love. And so does he. Settling isn’t going to do anyone....”

“I’m not settling! I love Craig; he loves me, and I’m not settling!”

“But are you in love with him?”

Casey looked directly at the pool without saying a word. She knew Sienna could see right through her when she lied, so she felt it wiser to say nothing. But Sienna wasn’t letting her off the hook.

“More importantly... are you in love with someone else?”

Casey’s neck flipped in Sienna’s direction with fire in her eyes.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I’m not insinuating. I’m asking. I’m not letting you say I do if your real answer is I’m not sure!”

“But I am sure!” Casey looked around to ensure no one could hear, then leaned closer to Sienna. “Fine! I’ll address the 800-pound gorilla in the room! Is my relationship the stuff of fairytales? Do I have moments when my heart practically stops beating because I love him so much? No. But real life isn’t a fairy tale. I had that kind of love, and I know how it feels. I was naïve enough to believe that if you find that, you would both do everything you can to never let it go. But you know what? I was wrong. Because I had it in my power to save it, and Tobias had it in his power, too. And guess what? Neither of us did. So what does that tell you?”

“It tells me you admitted you still love Tobias... but you’re not marrying him tomorrow.”

“You’re right. I’m not marrying him tomorrow, and I never would be.”

“So you’re settling.”

“NO! I’m not settling; I’m marrying someone I love and who loves me in return. Someone who wants the same things in life. Someone that I can build with and grow with, and that’s not a bad thing!”

“It’s not, but I feel like you’re selling me an insurance policy, not a reason to get married.”

Casey began to gather her belongings with a huff.

“You know what, if you disapprove of me marrying Craig and don’t want to stand up for me tomorrow, then don’t. But I’m marrying Craig tomorrow, and I wish it would be with my best friend by my side.”

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sienna grabbed Casey by the shoulders. “I’m not backing out. I’ll always stand beside you, no matter what. I just... I want to make sure you’re following your heart.”

“I’m following my head, Si. It’s always served me much better. I’m following my head, and my heart will follow. Now, please, can you try to be happy for me.”

“Sure,” Sienna said, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll try.”

~~~~~

Sightseeing on a scorching hot day was slightly more strenuous than Tobias & Meghan bargained for, and she had the splitting headache to prove it. As she lay in the room with a cool facecloth on her forehead,  Tobias headed to the hotel’s gift shop to pick up some more ibuprofen. He had just taken his wallet out to pay when he felt a clap on his back.

“I was wondering when I’d finally run into you.”

“Craig,” Tobias blurted as he greeted the groom-to-be. “I was wondering where you’ve been. Is the hospital going to let you attend your own wedding?”

“They are now,” the handsome, dirty blonde man smiled. “As of this afternoon, I told them to pretend I was already on my honeymoon in Bali because I’m not answering my phone.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.”

Tobias liked Craig. At least he liked him as much as he could like the next man in Casey’s life. He didn’t want to. In fact, at first, he decided he wouldn’t. The first time he met him, he spent his entire drive to Raleigh listing all the reasons he wouldn’t like him. But Craig was so polite, friendly, welcoming... and he was good to Casey. What choice did he have?

He’d never forget the day he learned of existence. Casey called with the words he wasn’t prepared to hear. “...I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” Tobias was sure his heart had stopped. He knew the day would come... someone like Casey wouldn’t remain single forever, but... this soon? Barely six months had passed... and he wasn’t prepared for how profound the pain would be. He tried convincing himself it was for the best, even when his visceral reaction was to book a flight to North Carolina and beg her for a second chance, to tell her he had made a horrible mistake.

He made a horrible mistake.

For the first time since they broke up, Tobias had been honest with himself. Now, he had to let her know. As Casey kept talking, he was thinking of the best way to tell her, but then, he heard the smile in her voice. It had been gone for so long. The end of their relationship had been punctuated with painful, tear-filled conversations; then abject heartbreak followed their choice. He almost forgot what it was like to hear her... happy. It killed him that another man was the cause, but who was he to take that from her? He hurt her enough already.

He tried to console himself. It’s just a boyfriend, a transitional one, at that. When they inevitably break up, I’ll be on the first flight to Raleigh to set this right. But a year later, Craig was on one knee, Casey was saying yes, and Tobias decided he’d have to learn to live with his heart cracked in two. He knew it would never heal, but he had to find a way to let go. 

“Casey mentioned you wanted to shoot some hoops,” Craig's voice pulled Tobias from his thoughts. “The only time I’d have is tomorrow after breakfast...and it would be cutting it close.”

“You know what. Let’s do it next time we get together. My luck, you’d end up breaking something, and Casey would never forgive me.”

“What a notion!” Craig laughed.

“What?” Tobias laughed with a raised brow. “You breaking something?”

“No. Casey not forgiving you. In what world? You have to know my fiance would forgive you anything. But, I appreciate sparing me the broken bones.”

“Yeah, uh..” Tobias sputtered. “It’s your wedding day... hoops with me shouldn’t be on the schedule.”

“Nope, far more important things to tend.”

“You’re so right,” Tobias smiled wistfully. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thank you,” Craig said, extending his hand. “That means a lot.”

“Casey is a wonderful woman. Be good to her.”

“You can count on it,” Craig smiled.

To Tobias’s relief, a gaggle of groomsmen appeared out of nowhere and pulled Craig away. Tobias slipped into a waiting elevator, never so grateful to be alone, because one by one, the boulders in his wall of self-denial began to fall. He loved her, he loved her with all his heart... and he lost her... at this time tomorrow... she’d be another man’s wife. Life is full of mistakes; everyone makes them, but the most painful mistakes of all require us to live with a lifetime of regret. He felt the elevator walls closing in on him as his life sentence became clear; panic filled his chest, and he couldn’t breathe. His legs unable to sustain him, he fell to his knees, and for the first time in a long while, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

And that’s how he ended up here. Lying in bed with the ceiling, his only friend. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to get out of the room, or he was sure he’d lose his mind. So he slipped out of bed and left a note for Meghan so she wouldn’t worry if she woke. The hotel’s bar closed hours ago, but the 24-hour liquor store was delivering a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. That and a lounge chair in the gardens would need to get him through the night.

He was a quarter bottle in with no idea how much time had passed. He had already bargained with God three times. Couldn’t He just turn time back a couple years? Was that asking too much? Apparently, it was, and he was still sober enough to know asking a fourth time wouldn’t change the outcome. Downing the rest of the bottle and sleeping for a week sounded ideal. Still, sanity won, reminding him alcohol poisoning wouldn’t help. His best bet was to return to his hotel room and try to get some sleep. He stood up with a curse on his lips; he turned around and gasped when he found her standing there. He rubbed his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Hello, Tobias...” Casey whispered. “I’m glad I found you here.”

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[under-the-cherrytree]

Waa! Please can you do Tsukasa Wedding Headcanons? I don’t see many 😭😭♥︎ Love ur stuff btw! 💝

Tsukasa getting married to his s/o❣︎

Warnings: none

A/n: hello hello!!!

This is such a cute request- i love this-

I’m so glad you like my work and i hope you really like this!!!<333

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

- For once, he was pretty nervous when he first asked you to marry him

- He didn’t know if you would say yes or no

- But you said yes and now you will become his future bride

- He would want to get married right away

- Like in the next week-

- However you two decide to do the wedding, whether it be a party or just you two, he loves every moment of it

- He would ask Amane to be his best man and Amane will of course accept

- Mitsuba will also be the photographer for you two-

- Everyone you know is there, playing some part in the wedding

- Tsukasa would want this wedding to be perfect for you

- He doesn’t care what the wedding looks like

- As long as you’re happy!!

- He wants you to feel perfect on your day

- He will pamper you up the day to your wedding

- He dreams about the rest of your lives together

- He will adore to have children if you want

- And he will always protect you

- And he wants to be by your side as a good husband

- He isn’t that nervous about this

- He isn’t nervous because he is excited to start a new life with you

- He wants to spend the rest of his life with you

- To start a family if you wish

- And to live out the rest of his life with you

- And when he first saw you walking down the isle, he knew he wanted nothing more but to have you in his life with him forever

- You mean more to him then you can ever imagine

- He prepared a special little speech for you too

“Y/n, ever since I met you, I wanted to get to know you more. I thought this would get me a new friend but instead I got the love of my life. I adore you and promise to love and protect you always. I want to give you the life you deserve. I promise to love and protect you for as long as I can.”

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[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Argyle- Surprise

Pairing: Argyle x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: First Kiss, fluff, goofiness, fake pizza delivery, love, fluff

Summary: He can't think of a better time to kiss you then when he delivers a fake order.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.7k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // First Kiss Master List

Funny enough the two of us had gotten high together before having kissed you. He had rolled up a blunt for me and then rolled himself up one. Lighting them both and you guys went to town. We were smoking the blunt and rolling into deep and heavy laughs before falling down on into my bed. 

My parents were never home, so the smell of weed that was wafting through the house wasn’t anything to worry about, and secondly, since they weren’t home I didn’t care if my boyfriend stayed over. Sleeping in my bed, so close to me every night that he stayed off. He came out of the bathroom with a pair of loose and low-fitting sweatpants and a pizza t-shirt. It read “Surfer Boy Pizza” It smelt like fresh pizza and weed. Or maybe that was just what Argyle smelled like at this point, regardless Argyle slipped into the sheets next to me. 

He always let me braid his long hair before sleeping in the same bed. Argyle was so sweet never pushing any boundary I made. I had told him at the start of our relationship that I wasn’t sure about the whole kissing idea, or really anything that had me losing some sort of control. 

He understand and took my words to heart. “Are you comfortable yet?” He asked as I cuddled closer to him under my sheets. I was trying to nuzzle myself up to him. He had yet to put his arm around me, not wanting to close me in yet. I wiggled a little bit more, the weed and more own need for sleep kicking me in the ass. “Yeah, I think. I’m good now.” I said. Resting my head on his chest. 

I could hear his heartbeat up against my ear. It lulled me to sleep as I dreamt of weird and crazy things. The next morning when I woke up Argyle was gone, but a note was left behind. He had to go to work and would be back later. So, I yawned and stretch in the mess of my sheets. I lay in my bed for what seemed like forever. Daydreaming about life outside of California. I wondered about what it would be like to live away from home. Just Argyle and I, Sleeping in late and staying awake for long nights. 

When I was forced to get out of my daydream due to having to go to the bathroom. I decided to get ready for the day. I took a long and hot shower even though it was going to be a stuffy and hot day outside. I let the water run down my body and the soapy suds cleanse my body of any nightly sweats. I washed my hair letting my fingers glide through my hair, a few tangled happening due to the shampoo. 

After my shower, I got dressed, brushed out my wet hair, and brushed my teeth before pampering myself with some light makeup. My lashes were thick with mascara, and a little bit of gold-dusted eyeshadow before I took a long look at myself in the mirror. 

I was tired I could tell. The bags under my eyes were dark and large. I never truly ever got good sleep during the night. Nightmares or dreams would scatter my mind and most of the nights I would wake up in a sweat, unless my sweet Argyle was sleeping next to me. He grounded me, kept me feeling safe. 

For the rest of the night I laid around my parents house. Reading, and doing some light house work. With Argyle staying most nights here the dishes piled up rather quickly, so I rolled up my sweater sleeves and got to work with the dishes. 

I was never one for liking to do diehses. The slimy things that would be left over from nights of dinner, and other food. Coffee that would stain your cup with a ring around the entire thing. I filled up the dishwasher with silverware, and other dishes that we had both been using. Whenever my parents did come back they would never know that Argyle had come over, not would they care. 

Minutes turned into hours of waiting for Argyle to come home. I ended up falling asleep curled up into the blanket that draped over my couch. I had slipped a movie on, sixteen candles. Molly Ringwalds character was my favorite. But still even with that I had fallen asleep in the comfort and warm of my couch.

I was woken up by an insistent knocking on my door. Then a ring from the doorbell, I was groggily waking up and the more the knocking and ringing happened the more I got mad. “I’m coming!” I screamed from my spot on the couch. The knocking and ringing stopped I stretched on the couch teh blanket slipping off of me. I shivered when a breeze of cold air came laying down on my body. 

I got up to my feet. My slippers were sitting right where I had left them. I guided my feet into them, and walked towards the door. I tired to think of a reason why someone would be ringing on my doorbell. I had been asleep, but maybe something bad had happened in the neightborhood and it was cops. Maybe it was nothing but a prankster. 

Regardless I would answer the door. I didn’t have a fancy peep-hole, or windows around my front door to see who was there and the sun had already set so there was no chance of being able to tell who it was due to the dark sky outside. 

When I opened there stood my boyfriend. His durpy face bringing a smile to my own. “I have a cheesy pizza for a miss L/n.” He said happily. “Oh, for me?” I questioned him. He turned his head like puppies when they hear an odd sound. “Yeah for you. I thought I’d bring it home to you.” He said. 

He always called this place ‘home’. Like it was ours, together. It made me wanted to melt down to the ground. “Oh Argyle.” I said, biting my lip. He didn’t come in automatically, instead he stood at the front door pizza box still in the insulated bag. “Are you going to come in?” I asked. He shook his head, lockinghis pizza delivery van from the door. 

He walked in step behind me. I walked us towards the kitchen. “So when did this said pizza get order?” I asked him. He shot me a look to let it go and just be in the moment. “Okay, I’m sorry.” I said bringing my hands up in a defensive position. I grabbed some plates out of the cabinets and the condiments I knew that argyle liked. No matter what Argyle was always ready for a slive of Surfers boy pizza. Weather that was because he was always hungry or because he actually liked their pizza I wouldn’t dare ask. 

I set the plates down on the counter top, Argyle had set himself on the bar stool that was adjacent to me across the bar. “I’ll just take a kis.. A piece for right now.” Argyle said while looking at me. I wondered what I thought I heard but instead I popped the top of the pizza box open. The great smell of pizza slapped me in the face. 

We stood in comfortable silence. I plated his food, without even looking at the top of the pizza box lid. Rather to hungry and too invested in getting my own food in my mouth to notice. When I gave Argyle his plate a small sad expression was on his face. It was gone before I was able to question the reason for it. 

When I looked back down I grabbed my predetermined slices. Three cheesy, thick and greasy but delicious. When I looked back up from my pizza Argyle was staring me down. “Did you need something else baby?” I asked. “I just think that you’re missing something in the pizza box is all.” He said, before shoving a rather larger bite of pizza into his mouth. I looked back down, confused by his words. 

That’s when I found it. On the top of the lid on the inside. In Argyle rather fancy handwriting. 

“Can I kiss the pizza sauce off your lips?” -A 

I looked up shocked and blushing cheeks. I was rambling to come up with words in my head. I had talked to him about my boundary, but I felt like the longer I didn’t kiss him the longer I was missing out on a certain great part of him. I looked back down at the box, then back up. 

Argyle was looking over at me. He asn’t trying to force me, but he sat there a handsome man looking and asking me in a cheesy way. Or rather in Argyles way. “Will you come over here?” Argyle asked, my feet movedo n their own taking me around the kitchen, bar, and then finally infront of him. He was already taller then me so I was only given a few more inches when he was sitting down on the stool. 

“Hi.” Argyle said sweetly, his hair was so dark when I stood close to him like this. “Hi.” I echoed. I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t have any pizza sauce on my lips yet.” I said “No, but I do. So, I can fix that real quick.” Argyle said with a cheeky smile. I bit my lip, and didn’t give Argyle any time to adjust. I leaned in taking his lips in mine. Our lips molded together in a prefect fashion. Moving in sync, my tongue licking his lips to ask for entrance into his mouth. He gladly gave it me, and we shared a deep and soft kiss. 

I always thought a kiss had to be fast, and rather crass. Careless almost in every action you did with each other. It was not like that with Argyle though, his hand messy with butter and crumbs came to rest comfortably on my hip dragging me in even closer to him. I giggled in the kiss and lived in the moment. 

“You know that was a pleasant surprise you gave me,” I said when Argyle pulled away from the kiss. “A pleasant first kiss, I hope Y/n?” Argyle asked, his hand still resting on my hip. I hummed and wiped away the pizza sauce on his cheek. My thumb grazed over his soft cheek and then plopped it into my mouth. “No need to waste good sauce on your cheek baby,” I said, before going in for another sweet and tender kiss.

Completed on 01/28/23

Posted on: 01/29/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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[mangodestroyer]

Alright, I'm a few semesters away from earning my BS. I started this journey at the age of 19, fresh out of high school. It's been a fucking mess. Dropping out my very first semester because campus life was hard on me and I had no fucking idea what I was doing, taking a medical leave during said semester because of mental health, working my first retail job (and first job ever) soon after, watching a pandemic start and quitting my job soon after to go back to school while still living at home (mandatory online cause of pandemic), went back to campus during a pandemic where there were lots of restrictions, while still living at home (understandable, but why not continue online?), switching my major a few times, picking up my second job ever (retail again) while going to school and deciding to go back to online learning because life happened (so switching to a school with that option), switching my major a few times before finally settling on mathematics (yes, I've actually stuck with it for a while now), and taking a year break from school before just now coming back to it. And at this point, just wanting to power through the rest of my degree so I can FINALLY have it (it's been four years now).

In other words, I became the exact type of college student I swore I'd never be when I was in middle school/high school.

And you know what? I really wish someone would have seen how grossly unprepared I was in high school and intervened. Told me, in a kind way, to hold off and get some life experience before making such a commitment. Those scholarships and financial aid could have waited. I think I would have greatly benefited from taking a year or two off from school and working a shitty retail job fresh out of high school. I needed to shadow some college classes and do so much more college prep. Look at what these majors actually entail. Learn what it's like to have some financial responsibilities (nothing extreme like moving out into an apartment, but rather paying a small amount of rent every month, buying my own groceries, getting a credit card and learning about credit, etc.) You know, actually be taught some adult things instead of just being expected to learn them on my own? Well, some parents actually are on their kids about these things. Mine weren't/aren't. And it's tough learning it all on your own, so be grateful for your annoying ass parents getting on you about this shit all the time.

And yeah, I bet your ass the retail job on its own would have been good motivation for me to tough it out at that school I dropped out of in my first semester. In hindsight, being a freshman at that school, living on campus, seems like such a pampered life compared to two years in retail. And more fulfilling! Needless to say, I would be delighted to go back for grad school and I can't imagine taking it for granted! As much as I hate retail, and the past four years of my life, my social skills have improved so much and I have a much better idea of what I'm doing. A second shot at my dream school is now something I realize isn't something I can just waltz right into, and quite frankly, it just sounds like it will be a lot more fun in my mid-20's than it was as a teen.

[sunaddicted]

Can I prompt request some 00Silva (both of them agents AU) 🥺

I'm so sorry that it took me ages to write and that's so short :( unfortunatly, writer's block is still kicking my ass to hell and back

"Bond"

"Rodriguez"

"It's Silva now"

"Right, I've heard all about your little identity crisis"

Raoul let the jab roll off of his shoulders; he didn't really care about what Bond's smarmy ass had to say - he didn't care about the man at all, really. 

But he had to play nice, M's not so subtle threats still echoing around his head. Sometimes he wondered why he was still so pathetically steadfast in his service to MI6 - to her. Then he remembered that, despite the torture she had left him to, she had also come to his rescue once she had felt he'd been subtly punished for his indiscretions and had bestowed upon him a new identity. 

A new life.

A new life that didn't look any different from the one he had before, besides the fact that his hair care expenses had become considerably higher once he had decided to go blond to conform to the passport that had been thrown in his lap. He still debated with himself whether M herself had written in that detail, hellbent on annoying the fuck out of him for the rest of his life. 

"You're quiet" James observed, easily keeping up with the other's confident strides through the crowded airport.

"I believe that when one has nothing to say, keeping silent is the best course of action" Raoul walked right past the security check, leading Bond into the diplomatic lane "Let me speak" 

James raised his hands, amused by the other's briskness "Of course" he'd been to Hong Kong before, even if only in passing, and while he knew that English and traditional Chinese were the official languages, he has also noticed that most people tended to speak a local variant of Cantonese. James knew a couple of words, enough to order a drink - nothing compared to the syllables easily tumbling down Silva's tongue.

It would have been more impressive if the man hadn't basically turned into a local.

"We're free to go, someone from the office will collect the rest of your luggage"

It seemed like a waste of manpower but James wasn't going to argue about not having to carry around his luggage when he could easily have it delivered to his hotel room "Are we going to Station H?"

"Do you have anything better to do, 007?"

There was something about the other's voice giving life to his title that sounded... Lurid. It made James wonder whether the other man ever let go and had some fun that didn't entail treason - something more low-key, featuring champagne and freshly laundered sheets: he had a feeling that Silva would be infinitely more pleasant if pampered within an inch of his life. 

He let out a whistle at the car he was being led to "Well, I wouldn't mind a turn with this beauty"

"Keep dreaming" Raoul slid behind the steering wheel "I know all about your abysmal track record when it comes to destroying equipment and annihilating cars"

"I thought M cured you of your nasty snooping habit?"

Snooping . 

As if what he did could ever be defined in such a childish manner "I don't need to hack anywhere to read all about your fuck ups: they're right there for everyone to see" compiled in tidy little reports that exhuded annoyance. Still, despite being an ever expanding black hole eating away at MI6 budget, Bond was revered by colleagues and higher-ups alike; he was expendable of course - they all were - but Raoul had gotten the impression that he was an almost invaluable asset.

Almost being the keyword.

One day even Bond would be left to rot - or maybe that day had come and gone already and just like Raoul, the other agent had had the choice to either snap or move on.

Raoul parked in his spot, the basement of the skyscraper as unassuming as any other; whereas MI6 didn’t make a mystery of its location in London, Station H was disguised as one of the countless office buildings which made up the core of the city with their spines of steel and glass, jutting up into the sky.

While Bond couldn’t imagine Silva prowling the corridors at Vauxhall, it was evident just how much in his element the other man was at Station H, every step exuding the kind of confidence that someone who had once been deemed a traitor and left to die really had no business to feel.

James had always admired an unhealthy dose of spite and guts.

He couldn’t wait to take the other man apart.

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