#they went STRAIGHT for the pets and didn't shy away when I moved my hand around

[crabussy]

one of my favourite memories ever is going swimming in my undies in the dead of winter beneath a waterfall in the middle of a forest (I couldn't feel my legs at ALL) and having a small longfin eel tentatively swim up to me. upon me sticking my hand out for her to explore, she rubbed her head up against my hand and let me pet her like some kind of slippery long cat. wet wriggly beast I miss you so much.. we were best friends for one fleeting moment... I hope you find a cave so deep and comfortable that all the other eels are seething with envy

#I LOVE EELS SO MUCH DUDE #this was during my trip back to aotearoa nz #there was another moment where I lay on my tummy and swished my hand through the water of a big pond and all the eels in the pond swam over #and started nuzzling my hand and like. nudging their foreheads against my fingers #no bites not even exploratory ones. nothing #they went STRAIGHT for the pets and didn't shy away when I moved my hand around #EELS ARE THE BEST I LOVE THEM SOOOO MUCH #animals #story #new zealand #aotearoa #eels #listen to my gibberish boy

[reallyromealone]

Warning: male reader NSFW pet names (bunny, baby boy, baby, good boy, darling) virginity loss

KAEYA X BARBARAS OLDER BROTHER READER

Kaeya was absolutely smitten with the older brother of Barbara, soft gentle smiles as he helped Lisa around her Library when he wasn't at the church with his sister.

He was just so perfect and innocent.

"My my, If it isn't the church's prettiest deacon" Kaeya said smoothly as (name) stepped into the knights building, dressed in the male counterpart clothing of his sister albeit less idol themed "ah! Mr Kaeya it's a pleasure to see you again!" (Name) said with a slight blush as the handsome man sauntered over to (name), eyes doing filthy things to the poor man "what are you doing here though, Lisa is gone book collecting with the traveller"

"Well you see, I actually came to see you!" (Name) said cheerfully much to the blue haired man's surprise"really and why is that?"

"I...wanted to see if you possibly wanted to get lunch with me" (name) was a mess at this point as Kaeya took a moment to process this saint like creatures words but apparently he took too long because (name) looked a little heartbroken "O-oh I must have misread the signals, I'm very sorry Mr. Kaeya, L-lets forget I said anything..." (Name) said chuckling nervously as he turned to walk away only to be pulled back by Kaeya "now now, I never said no did I? Who could deny such a request"

(Name) was a goner at this point, his sister's didn't tell him what to do if he said yes!

"O-ok!"

The two went out and soon the day became more than just lunch, somehow (name) ended up pinned between the wall and Kaeya as the tanned man ravished his neck and hands slowly took apart his clothes while his leg rubbed against (name)s crotch "so fuckin' pretty, the prettiest little thing in the country" Kaeya said deeply as he let (name) tug at his hair, the sweet angel was most definitely a virgin.

"You want me to take you? Ruin you for anyone else?"

"I-I...please Kaeya...."

That was the first time he heard (name) say his name without 'mr' stamped infront of it and Kaeya would be a dirty liar if he said it didn't go straight to his cock "lemme take you home, your first time shouldn't be in a grimy alleyway"

(Name) let himself be led to kaeyas home and let the blue eyed man strip him down on Kaeyas bed "god, I might just keep you here... Serve my cock and be my little fuck bunny" Kaeya said almost thoughtfully as he imagined (name) in bunny ears and a cotton tail and groaned.

Another time.

He needed to focus on the shy baby boy before him, a red blush looking away with a painfully hard cock he tried to hide.

All for the taking.

Keaya stripped down and watched (name) carefully as the sweet Deacon gave into temptation "touch yourself for me" Kaeya commanded and (name) blushed heavily as he looked at the other "don't you want to be my good boy?"

That seemed to do something, Kaeya keeping that in his memory for later as he watched (name) shyly nice his hand down and stroke his cock, letting out soft moans as he looked away and his his mouth behind his hand.

He wanted to be a good boy for Kaeya so badly.

He like Kaeya so much it hurt, the thought of being bad for him oh (name) wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cum yet bunny" Kaeya said as he moved his hand the the base of (name)s cock "you only get to cum on my cock alright?"

"O-ok..." (Name) said obediently as he let Kaeya manhandle him, every touch seemed to unlock more and more of (name)s inner slut as he was settlled ass up as Kaeya licked his virgin hole "ah! No! That's dirty!" (Name) said panicked and kaeya just pulled his ass closer to his face "looks good to me" he mumbled before eating (name) out, keeping a tight grip on the beautiful shaking man's cock to keep him from cumming.

He'd cum on Kaeyas cock and it alone.

Using his spare hand he fondled (name)s glorious ass and spread it for better access as he continued his meal, the sound of (name)s beautiful melodic moans sent shivers down his spine.

They were so needy

So desperate

Like the call of a siren

And he was a foolish sailor

(Name)s ass had loosened enough for Kaeya to introduce his fingers and God he could tell already that even with prep his bunny was gonna be tight.

Three fingers and he still felt like a tight fuck toy.

"You sure you want this, you can always back down" Kaeya said softly to his bunny as he turned him over, (name) teary eyed and looking at him so desperately "p-please be gentle"

"Of course baby, don't wanna tear this cute little ass"

Kaeya grabbed some oil beside his bed and rubbed it on his cock, smiling all cocky as he guided his cock inside the others messy little hole.

He was right.

Even with prep his ass was still tight as hell "f-fuck!" (Name) squeaked out and Kaeya felt his brain short circuit as he took in (name), the sweetest and most innocent man in all of mondstadt just swore.

He didn't even think that was possible honestly.

"God you're so fucking hot"

Kaeya slowly pulled his cock out to the tip before thrusting harshly in, creating a slow deep and rough pace as (name) quickly came undone, already fucked out and begging for more.

Who knew he would be such a little cock whore?

"God baby, you're so good" Kaeya said pulling (name) into a soft kiss, continuing his thrusts as he slowly heated the kiss up, swallowing all those cute noises he produced as Kaeya dominated the kiss and (name)s mouth as he explored his newly conqored territory.

"P-please..." (Name) begged as he clung helplessly to Kaeya "please what? I'm no mind reader" Kaeya said as his hips snapped slow and hard, taking his time to make (name) his hungry little cock whore line he was destined to be. "F-faster..." He mumbled looking away with a heavy blush only to make a choked sound when Kaeya gripped his waist and began absolutely pounding into him "see? That's not so hard is it baby?"

(Name) couldn't even reply as his world was rocked, Kaeya taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking and biting roughly, before moving and leaving Hickeys wherever he so desired.

(Name) was his, he could do whatever he wanted with his slutty body.

(Name) was completely cock drunk as he let Kaeya take what he desired and in return he took what Kaeya gave him.

"Fuck baby, I'm close you gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for your Kaeya?"

(Name) could only nod as Kaeya continued his work, strong grip bruising his pretty skin as he felt himself draw close.

Kaeyas hips stuttered as he climaxed into (name), pulling out and watching his cum leak out "messy boy"

"'m sorry..." (Name) mumbled as his body vibrated and tingled, coming down from his high as his body was covered in sticky cum "my, even after sex you're still such a polite boy"

"I-is this--- are we--" (name) struggled to find words as Kaeya chuckled and kissed him sweetly "I don't think I could ever let something so wonderful like you go, are you alright with that?"

"I like that..." (Name) smiled softly as they began softly kissing "sleep now darling, I will be here when you awake"

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #x male reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x reader #smut

[sexygrass]

forcing Mark to apologize for being disgusting but not before you do to him the dirty things he wanted you to do to him

-anon, hihih

I...I think my vision went black for a second–

This was lowkey rushed, so I hope u enjoyed it :)

I'll will get better by time, promise (idk how to end fics :') )

Dirty Desire

Pairing: mean dom!fem!reader x sub!non-idol! Mark

Warning: pegging, degradation, slight fluff, stuttery mark, shy mark, needy mark, praising, pet names, teasing, lmk if I forget smth.

Word count: ~ 0.7k

MDI

Your boyfriend mark has been nothing but sweet and caring. He was everything you would ask for. He was your good pretty boy who would cook you breakfast in the morning whenever you came back home late at night and overslept in the next morning, even though you told him to not do that (for 2 reasons: coz he didn't have to and you were scared to wake up to the house being on fire)

He would massage your sore muscles and would run you a bath and would get so blushy when you ask him to join you. He was your good boy who had never disobeyed you or made you worried about a thing and was always on his good behavior for you.

So, on one evening when you came back home earlier, you found Mark with his laptop on bed, eyes focused on the screen as his fingers were playing with the edge of the sheets. He was doing nothing, and you wanted to bite his face off for how cute he looked.

What you had failed to notice is his growing bulge in his basketball shorts and the low whine that slipped his lips when his fingers brushed on his thigh.

Stepping out from the shower wrapped in a towel, Mark's head snapped your way like a puppy and his eyes were darker shade of black and his ears were bright red. Tilting your head at him, you walked to the bed and asked him to come closer to you.

You saw how he gulped down and quickly shut the computer off and crawled to the edge of the bed. His eyes were so shifty that you had to grab his chin to make him look at you.

"Are you okay, baby?" You brushed his hair away to see his face and asked him softly. Your silky velvety voice went straight to his throbbing dick and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to suppress a whimper.

"Mommy..I," he sighed, fidling with the hem of his hoodie. You noticed his neck slowly turning red. Oh, he has something to say. smirking, you sat down next to him and swiftly made him sit on your lap, "open your eyes and look at me, baby," your voice had an amusement edge as you watched the boy in your lap squirm under your gaze.

Seeing him taking deep breaths, you soothingly brushed over his bare thighs, and a low whine slipped from him. "Mark, why are you so sensitive? Did you... do something without me?"

His eyes snapped wide in panic. You knowhe would never touch himself, but the way his round eyes were begging you to understand him and give him what he wants made you want to tease him till he cry. When he leant to kiss you, you stop him by pressing your flat hand on his chest.

"I asked you a question." You voiced sternly and a shudder ran down his spin, "fuck, no..i did nothing, i..im so horny right now, it hurts." He mumbled before burying his face in your neck, eliciting a giggle from you.

"Aw, is my baby boy shy cause he's so needy?" You cooed, and Mark whined in your ear, "No, it's um...uh...I," rolling your eyes, you squeezed his waist, warningly "stop stuttering and tell me what you want, baby boy. I know you want something and i wont be able to give it to you if you dont tell me what it is," you whispered, licking his ear before gently nibbling at it and his hips bucked up, lowly rubbing againt your lower stomach.

"I watched this video jaemin sent me about a man getting fucked by a dildo and I uh want you to do that to me, mommy," his face nearly exploded from the embarrassment so you quickly cupped his face and made him kiss you cause he looked so cute.

Feeling your lips moving against his, he moaned in your mouth as his hips bucked again, wanting to feel you againt his hard cock but you pulled away and slapped his thigh, "I let it slip once, don't make that make you think that I'll alow you you hump me like a puppy in heat." You warned, and he whimperd, "s-sorry mommy.. I.."

"Take your clothes off and be on four. Be good for mommy and i will make you feel so good," you purred in his ear, and his dick twitched, " fuck, yes, I'll be good just please...please, i realy need you" he sniffed as he hurriedly stripped and positioned himself like you ordered, baring his cheeks for you and you happily slapped his right cheek, enjoying his strangled moan.

"So so needy...bet if you touched your dick, I'll find it leaking precum." Mark moaned when your thumb rubbed his sensetive slit, "oh god, y-yes. I need to cum please," humming, you grabbed the lube bottle from thr drawer and your harness with your favorite blue dildo.

Kneeling behind your boyfriend, you leaned and kissed his shoulders, watching how he shivered, you rubbed his thighs "Relax, baby, I got you. I got you. It might feel uncomfortable at first, but you have to trust me on this, okay? I won't hurt you. What's your safe word?"

"Canada." Smiling, you leaned and kissed his cheek, "good boy," you grinned to yourself at the low moan that left him. Pouring the lube on your hand, you stroked the dildo and slowly eased the tip of your ring finger in his willing rim to stretch him a bit, and Mark's hands nearly gave up. "Shit, more mommy, I need it, please,"

Arching a brow, you added a second finger and thrusted them in and out quickly, enjoying his blabbering and incoherent words.

"Is this how I taught you to beg? You're ordering me around, Mark?" You curled your fingers in, and he cried at the pleasure, "sorry, I.. please don't stop. I..I want...I want -" Taking your fingers out, mark whined at the emptiness. Looking over his shoulder, his dark, lustful eyes met yours, and the smirk he caught on your face made his stomach tighten as his orgasm was quickly building up.

Feeling the tip of the dildo breech his rim, his mouth fell open, a short gasp falling as you bottomed in and the feeling of being so full made him switch from Korean to English as you hit his prostate. Hearing his mumbling and blabbering, you looked at him to see him drooling because he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing his thighs shake, you mused, "are you close, baby? Going to cum from me fucking your tight hole?" Mark threw his head back with a mwel, "yes! Yes- gonna cum—please let me cum, please I need to cum —" biting your lower lip, you thrusted in him harder and faster, enjoying how his body jerked forward as he clutched the sheets for dear life.

Feeling him still, the sheets got a dark stain on the silky blue material as he cummed so hard, his vision went black before he fell on the pillows. Helping him ride his thigh, you slowly pulled out and disposed your harness before Helping him flip back on his back.

"You here?" You brushed his hair away, and he nodded, eyes hazy and dark. Straddling his lap, Mark's hands went to your hips, and a whimper escaped him when his sensetive cock brushed your wet core.

"M sensetive, can't—" wrapping your hand around his softening dick, you felt it twitch in your hand, "so greedy, ungrateful slut. I made you cum and you won't make mommy cum?" You pouted with a tilted head and tears fell down his face and his abused red lips in a pout, his head shaking side to side.

"I fucked your ass and no single thank you mommy were uttered," you sigh and Mark hiccups, "I'm...I'm..sorry..." You rolled your eyes, unimpressed, "you can't even form a correct sentence, " you tilted your head, "my nasty, dirty baby boy," you cooed, wiping his tears, "I'll tell you what to do. You're going to apologize for me for asking me to do such a filthy thing, and as a reward, I'll ride you." Mark's whole face became more red of embarrassment, and his hips shyly lifted up as his lips started shaking to say whatever you wanted him to. He got hard at your degradation and was desperate for another orgasm.

Clutching your hips tightly, his breathing hitched, "I'm sorry for thinking all those dirty stuff I wanted you to do to me," he moaned when he felt your hand stroking him slowly and pumping him at last when you got what you wanted.

"That's my boy," you praised, and Mark felt his heart jump in his chest, a small smile curling on his lips and his whole body buzzed with excitement and satisfaction. Aligning your sopping hole with the tip of his dick, you slowly sank, and both of you moaned at the feeling.

"I think I cummed—"

#mark lee smut #nct mark smut #mark lee x reader #annon request #requests #mark lee imagination #sub mark lee fic #sub kpop idol imagination

[cosmos-coma]

May I request something about sorceress reader and Eskel's first meeting? 🥰

First Meetings

A/N: Hehe, I hope you don't mind that I took this in a bit of a funny route, but I just thought it would be cute! Happy new year anon and thank you for requesting the last fic of 2022!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: ~1.1k

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It wasn’t often that Yennefer asked for your help with something- well, let’s rephrase that; Yennefer never asks anybody for help, so when she called you on the megascope asking for your help with a magic item you rushed over right away. 

You portaled your way to the coordinates she gave you and stepped out into a large stone courtyard, that had grass poking up through every crack. A slight chill passed through you as the mountain air brushed your skin. 

“Y/n!” Yen called and waved to you from across the courtyard where she stood next to some tall bulky and oddly shaped machine. 

“Yennefer..! Um… what is this…?” you motioned to it and jumped in surprise as a mountain of a man popped out from behind it. His eyes were gold like honey and he stood at least half a head taller than you. Long scars ran from his forehead, down the right side of his face, notching his lip and finishing their lengthy dance at his chin.

“My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you…” The witcher said, a shy smile covering his features as he took a step to the side.

“Y/n, this is Eskel- Geralt’s brother. I need the both of you to help me with this confounded machine. You see it’s supposed to take a certain kind of magic and force to get it unlocked.” She explained as she waved her hand, leaning on the table of bottles and ingredients she had brought out. “It doesn’t seem to want to take to my magic, so I thought perhaps it would like you more.”

“Right, and why am I here again?” Eskel asked for what felt like the twelfth time, i mean- why exactly couldn't Geralt do this? 

Yen frowned and let out a sigh, “Because Geralt it busy getting me more materials for my ritual and we need witcher strength for this.” Gracefully she pushed off the table and brought you both to the machine, “ okay, hands here- Y/n your hands go on top of Eskel's, and we can just channel magic straight through.” She directed your positions as you moved awkwardly around the Handsome witcher. 

“No, No, no… this won’t work, I think we’ll just have to have Eskel stand behind you- that will be most comfortable.” She pushed you towards his arms, a small mischievous smile playing at her lips. 

A warm blush spread across your cheeks as Eskel's strong arms came around you and his chest pressed up against your back. He was solid like a brick wall, but still soft enough to be comfortable as you found yourself leaning back against him. His presence behind you felt safe and comfortable- something you weren’t used to as a sorceress. You always had your head on a swivel to keep an eye out for the next sabotage, the next assassination attempt, everything. But this security was new to you… and rather refreshing too.

Eskel's put his hands on the etched marks of the machine and found himself holding his breath as you placed your hands over his. Your touch was gentle and sent a wave of calm through him despite the awkward situation you've both been put in. 

Yennefer nodded as she inspected you two and the machine, “Perfect. Now I’ve heard rumors that its best to think of strong positive emotions when you perform this, both of you. So, Eskel maybe just think about Lil Bleater or something.” she commented and went back to the table. “ I’m still not certain how this machine works, so I’ll stand back here and watch for any changes.” 

“Lil Bleater?” you asked as you tilted your head back to look up at Eskel, “Who is-?” 

‘Baaaa!’ you were interrupted by the sudden bleating of a young goat who you assume must have heard you calling it. 

A faint blush of it’s own shaded the witcher’s cheeks as he nodded, “Yes, Lil Bleater is my pet goat. She’s a trouble maker, but she’s cute so I keep her around” he tried to joke, relieved as he heard the laugh bubble up from you in response. 

“Sounds like Geralt and Yennefer…” you mumbled under your breath, enticing a laugh from Eskel that rumbled through his chest and into you. Your smile felt easier as you watched the notch in his lip pull back as he smiled and your chest felt warm the more watched him. 

“You’re right about that… Are you ready to start?”

“Right, yes, I’m ready” you took a deep breath, “okay, here we go.”

A warm tingling sensation seeped through Eskel’s hands and into the machine- pulling nothing from him but comfort and ease as you leaned back against him. He did his best to think of pleasant memories from his childhood or time on the path, but instead he found himself just looking down at you- concentrating instead on the smooth curves to your features and the concentration on your face. 

You weren’t too much different as you channeled magic into Eskel and the machine. Thinking only of the way Eskel’s arms around you made you feel and the way the light glinted in his smile. You poured that comfort and safety he made you feel into the very magic you put forth.

Yen smiled as she watched the two of you attempt to get the machine to work and held her hand out for her mug as Geralt returned once more- no ingredients or materials in hand, just a simple mug.

“How’s it going?” He asked as he leaned on the table beside her, watching you and Eskel stand essentially wrapped around each other. 

“All according to plan.”

He hummed as he nodded- taking a quick sip as he continued watching. “How long to you think it’ll take them to realize that the machine doesn’t actually do anything and that this was just a ploy to get them together…?” 

“Hmmm, Maybe 20 minutes.” Yen hid her grin behind her mug. Her and Geralt had seen for quite a while now that you and Eskel would be perfect for each other, but you could never seem to find each other naturally. So of course the obvious solution to this was to lie to you both and force you to get uncomfortably close straight away. 

“Hm, I’ve got 50 crowns that says it takes over an hour.” Geralt smiled as he held his hand out to her. 

“You’re on, witcher.” She agreed and shook his hand, turning back to watch you and Eskel fall for each other just as she intended.

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#i hope you don't mind i went with a humorous route with this one #Enjoy! i know i did lol #writing requests #request #eskel #witcher eskel #eskel x y/n #eskel x reader #eskel x you #eskel imagine #witcher self insert #tw3 eskel #cute #Eskel x reader fluff

[huntinglove]

Peaches, pond, and moonlight for the selfship game!

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!! I'll answer these for my current faves!!

Peaches - How did you and your F/O meet?

I met Charlie because of a blind date! The app we were both using was really strict about not sharing your personal information through the chats, so we agreed to meet up and talk face to face! I was actually using the app to find some friends, because I had just moved into town, but... I'm glad we went a step further.

I ended up being a few minutes late and when I got there he was nowhere to be seen, I thought he had left so I went to a cafe to relax instead. I'm not sure how he found me, but he ended up buying me a slice of cake and sending me a note, apologizing for being late! I decided to join him in his booth and have our date anyways!

He was absolutely sweet and adorable all the way throughout it all and we even shared the slice of cake while we got to know each other! I caved and ended up telling him that I was already in love with him afterwards, he was blushing and smiling so hard he ended up passing out because of what I said (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I met Alma when I was staying on campus during the night! I had to finish and submit an assignment to one of my professors, so I ended up staying there until a little bit over two in the morning... When I went to take the elevator so I could go home, the thing got stuck and I guess Alma heard me calling for help and decided to give me a hand!

When they approached me I was... Terrified! They crawled out of the elevator's walls like something straight out of a horror movie, I think it made me black out for a second...

Once I woke up again, they were very kind and patient and we talked for a good while, just getting to know each other! They gave me some tips about my essay's hypothesis, I helped them pick a name for themselves because they didn't remember the one from when they were alive and they even told me about how they passed away...

They decided to help me out because I was nice to them, so they lowered the elevator to the ground floor and opened the doors so I could leave! We kept in close contact after that, both because I started staying late more often and because I took a job as the campus' night guard!

I met Mychael on the day I went looking for my missing cat... I guess I was a bit unprepared because I didn't think it'd take as long as it did, I forgot to pack water and food before I went into the woods. I also remember stepping in a circle of mushrooms and passing out because of the spores.

When I woke up, I was in a cozy looking cabin, laying in bed and covered by a soft blanket. My body couldn't move at all, and that's when Mychie showed up! He gave me some medicinal tea to help me regain movement and relax, asked if I was okay and was very kind and caring overall.

I don't know why, but I swear I thought he was a cosplayer when I first looked at him... I didn't mind it when he told me that he wasn't human, especially with how adorable he looks!

Pond - How do you get along with your F/O’s friends?

Charlie is quite shy and struggles a bit with befriending people, so I haven't met any of his friends yet, but we spend most of our time with one another anyways! I'm sure we'll get along great when we get to know each other though, anyone who's kind to him already has my trust!

Alma says they were always a loner, plus there aren't any other ghosts in the building... They say that other than being their partner, I'm also their best friend! Which is an absolute honor to me, of course!!

Mychael has an easier time befriending animals because they're not as judgemental as humans. It took quite some time for him to believe that I wasn't scared or upset by his appearance when we first met...

He jokes about his only friends being his lovely little hens in his backyard! They're all so adorable that I can't even blame him, I even got to hold and pet Sunny for a good while!

While it seems like my darlings have a certain.. pattern... I can confidently say that my friends absolutely adore them! They always have such kind things to say whenever we hang out together or when I bring them up in conversation!!

Moonlight - Freebie! Say anything you’d like about your F/O

Charlie gives the best hugs, even if he won't ever admit it himself! He holds me in a way that doesn't feel underwhelming or suffocating, it's like I was made to be in his arms, and he was made to be in his!

When we haven't been around each other for a while, he'll just hug me while we're sitting down and gently away side to side for comfort and reassurance, it's very nice!!

Alma really likes to feed my body and play with my hair whenever they possess me, though they have a rough time asking for it. They enjoy being able to experience actual bodily sensations again, and I'm more than happy to lend myself to them to help them achieve that!

Mychael is an incredibly fast learner, teaching him my first language has been very fun and easy! He has an easier time with writing and reading, compared to speech, which is absolutely understandable. He also has a lovely singing voice and I always catch him humming our favorite songs when he's working on chores or knitting!

#✯ lovely asks #❥ strawberry flavored kisses #❥ haunt my heart #❥ love at first spore

[mistyyyy]

Cw: No sex, heavy sexual tension, spit (receiving),degrading, small rough play, drunken state

Wc: 1627

Pet names: slut

The party was live, everyone grinding against eachother as the sweet sound of R&B rung through out the house, cheering and loud singing was flowing through your ears as you and your friends walked in the house. The smell of weed and cigarettes making your chest burn as you go through the crowd

This is the party he wanted me to be at?

You asked yourself as you make your way through the living room.

You didn't know how, but you found yourself standing in front of the back door, the blue lights from the pool reflecting all over the backyard.

Just as you was reaching for the handle, a hand lighter than your own grabbed your wrist. You was quick to look up, because why are they sneaking up on you like that?

"Hey, calm down~" there he was, your boyfriend for a few months , flashing his pearly whites and showing his cleanly shaven face.

He was quick to lean down and give you a kiss on the forehead, which you hummed as a response. "Why'd you invite me again? I thought we said we'd go public when we're both ready. Last time I checked, you weren't ready."

You knew something was up, he was never the type to just invite you to places,especially because you knew he had a "bad boy" persona to look up to.

Your hands were placed on his chest as you pulled apart, wanting to look up at him as he told his lie. "Well, I thought about it. I really wanted you to be here." His voice was soft as he held you close. Ugh, he was so bashful. Always had you wrapped around his finger, but, you weren't that dense.

"Because you wanted me here Hm? I'm not slow babe. Tell the truth." You slid your hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. "Welll... truthfully, I wanted to show you off to my friends. To finally say... that you're my girl, in public."

He leaned down to your height, noses touching and breath hitting your lips. You couldn't lie, that made your heart thump.

"Hmm~" you smiled against his lips as you pressed yours against his. "I believe you. But, you better introduce me to every single one of those friends, understand?" You pressed a long kissed on his lips, which he smiled into. "Mhm~ you've got yourself a deal-whooaaa watch your haaaands~"

You chuckled as you cupped his ass. "Sheesh what's up with you lately. You've been so... intimate." You pulled away from your boyfriend, making him sit up straight.

"If that's what you want to call it~ let's go."

The party went well, you danced right after you introduced yourself to his friends, Eren,Connie and blonde named armin. Shots after shots, you got tipsy, while your boyfriend was ass drunk and shaking ass in front of you.

...No literally. He was moving his hips smooth, almost grinding in front of you as you leaned on the back of the couch, while Eren and Connie recorded over your shoulder on as they stood on the couch cushions.

"Baaabe~" you whined in your raspy voice as you felt your face heat up. You weren't embarrassed to say, but you were definitely flustered. "Come ooon, dance with me~"his voice was slightly slurred as he pressed his back and ass against your front, while his arm went around your neck.

"Yeah come on girly, dance with him~" Connie laughed and taunted as he poked at your back.

You looked away for a few seconds to contain yourself. You hesitated a bit before placing your hands onto his hips. This was your first time showing him affection in public,so you were definitely shy with touching him.

But as new as this feeling was to you, you were quick to adapt. You bit onto your bottom lip as you begin trailing your hands up his sides, the bottom of his shirt rising and giving you the chance to touch his hot skin.

"See? Look at ya, getting all intimate~" his deep voice whispered in his ear, making you feel hot in the most sensitive areas.

"You're tempting me, baby" you mumbled as your hands graze his toned stomach, fingers running against his trail of hair. "I'm not sure what it is~"he whispers again before turning around, and forcing your hands down to his ass.

You gulped as he wrapped his arms around your neck, and leaning into your ear to give the camera a look. "But you've been acting so dominant recently. I can't help but to feel so fucking horny everytime you display it~" he chuckled in your ear, his deep voice making your thighs tense up.

"You make me want to cream my panties everytime you give me that look, I've seen it. Yet you're so timid and shy, you never act on it."  You shiver as you felt something hot and wet run up your ear.

Fuck.

"Well baby guess what?" You held your breath as you felt his hands go down your shoulders and arms, and gently pressing them against your hands and they rested against his ass. "I'll get that reaction out of you, and you'll fuck me good tonight, yeah?"

He chuckled in your ear once you were quick to nod, your face and body extremely hot as you gripped his ass.

God, you felt kinda pathetic, wrapped around his finger, even when he's ass drunk.

"Heh, let's party!" He raises his voice as he pulled off your body, making you take a deep breath and cough. "Oooh looks like ___ seems to be going through it." Armin comes back from the bar and ruffled your curls as you pushed your way over to grab a drink to cool down.

Shit, what the fuck was that!!?

You sat at the bar and pulled your glasses off your face, and wiped it down from the fog that coated the glass.

"Shit, aye you, make me a damn drink. I need to be drunk for the rest of this." You called over a short girl with blonde hair. "Yes ma'am!"

It's been about two hours into the party, and it only got more pack, and hot. Jean hasn't done anything since that first incident, but you couldn't help but to think about every chance you got. And each time had you the same way, flustered and hot.

God he was such a tease when he was drunk. If he was sober he'd never do this. You can already tell he was going to be sick and pissed in the morning.

Oh well.

Horny and drunk, you spinned in your bar seat and silently singed to yourself in a soft slurry tone.

"Babyyyy~" a cracked deep voice was close to your ear, making you flinch away. This made your boyfriend laugh and stumbled in front of you.

"H-hey Jean" you nervously greeted him as he leaned on your thighs, giving them a squeeze.

He was so close you could feel his breath. "Mm it's time for a little fun don't you think?" He took his veiny hands further up your thighs, his thumbs closer to your heat.

"Wh-what are you." Before you could ask, Jean grabbed your Hennessey filled cup and took a sip of it.

"H-huh?-" your eyes widen as Jean gripped your jaw, keeping your mouth opened and spitting into it.

"Whoa.."

"Dude?"

"Hot"

"That's jeans new girl, right?"

Your eyes were wide for a little bit, but from the alcohol in your system, they were quick to close and take it how it is.

"Oh my god!"

Jean eyes widens as he watches your pierced tongue stick out to catch all of it, your eyes lidded as you stared up at him.

"Did she just..."

"Oh she a fucking freak!"

"FAWK!"

"Mm~" You hummed your  raspy voice as you swallowed both the burning alcohol and his saliva.

Licking your glossed lips, you batted your eyes open at your drunken boyfriend, his lips glistening with Hennessey and his eyes filled with lust. You tapped your short nails against your glass cup as you listened to the gasping of your friends.

You never knew Jean could be such an attention whore. But to scoop this low just to show you how much he needed to be tamed? He only embarrassed himself.

"Jean...go ahead and get your hand off of me." You hand was gently placed on his large wrist, giving it a tight squeeze.

Jeans smirk widens as he feels your nails dig into his skin, yet your eyes stayed the same, drunken and calm. He loved seeing you like this, irritated, angry, it looked good on you.

You were never the one to let your anger out on anyone, so to see you like this, and to have your grip on his arm, it only made his drunk body aroused.

Jean listens to you after a few seconds of staring, his fingers loosening on your jaw before falling to his side.

I mean, theres no reason to rush, right?

You raised to your feet with the chilled glass still in your hand, the ring around your finger cold as you raised your glass up to your mouth and finished off the drink. Your head stayed up, watching Jean as you swallowed the burning substance.

"Jean Jean Jean.." you chuckled as you placed the glass now filled with ice back onto the table.

"You really are just a slut. I thought those girls were over exaggerating, but I'm glad I stayed."

"It's gonna be a long night for you."

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[kakiwrites]

the prince and the commoner

Genre: slight angst then fluff

A Kei tsukishima x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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 The prince was known across the land as the handsome heir to the throne. His brother, Akiteru ruled with grace and kindness and a lot of people expected the same traits when they met the second son.

 And boy were they wrong.

 Prince Kei wasn't anything like his brother at all. He talked back with a venomous smirk. His words pierced would pierce your heart in all the wrong ways. His stare froze you on the spot, butterflies dying in your stomach. He was known for being ruthless, heartless.

 cold.

 "you need to get out there! See the world, meet your princess!" said Akiteru who stood by the long table in the war council room. He seemed to be looking at the big map to see the other kingdoms and the villages surrounding the castle.

 "it's just love. It's unnecessary." Tsukishima answered, rolling his eyes and picking up a small town square, signifying a village. Akiteru chuckled before patting his brother's shoulder before leaving without him. Tsukishima grumbled before following him out.

 He got to the main foyer to see his friend, Yamaguchi, a prince from the neighboring kingdom. He walked over, posture straight, stiff. Yamaguchi smiled at him warmly before resting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him down. Tsukishima grumbled in annoyance.

 Yamaguchi chuckled "tsukki~ we should go out! See the town!" he suggested, bouncing on the balls of his shoes.

 The cold prince sighed before looking away from his friend. "why should I go with you?" tsukishima asked, arms crossed.

 "oh come on baby bro~ get out there!" Akiteru came up from behind and shoved him out of the front doors. Kei cursed under his breath. Yamaguchi took this opportunity to take his hand and led him into the stables, where they were saddled up and ready to go down the hill and into the village.

  "yachi and I went out on a nice stroll around the castle!" yamaguchi retold the story, pink spread to the tips of his ears. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. Jesus, even his best friend was in love. Love is just something they want. You can live without love.

 You enter the marketplace where most of the townsfolk gave way to the two steeds to pass. Yamaguchi continued telling his best friend about new adventures he experienced with the blonde princess. The two princes weren't looking where they were going when somebody yelled. Tsukishima looked on the road to see you, a normal maiden, picking up some newspapers in the middle of the cobblestone road. You didn't even get a chance to scream when you saw the horses barreling towards you.

 Tsukishima acted as quickly as he could. He jumped down his horse and pulled it by the reigns, pulling his horse off of the road and guiding it to a stop. Yamaguchi thankfully stopped his just at the nick of time. The cold prince pet the stallion before turning to you with one of his icy glares. Yamaguchi panicked, about to get off of his saddle and apologize for his friend's behavior when he saw you standing tall, arms crossed, glaring back with the same coldness.

 "Maybe you should watch where you're going pipsqueak." tsukishima berated. It didn't seem to have to effect on you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him before picking up the last piece of the morning's paper.

 "maybe if you didn't chit-chat with prince smiles over here then you would've been watching the road like a normal prince would be trained to do." you talked back, storming off, away from the scene.

 Yamaguchi frowned, walking towards his best friend. He was about to ask if he was okay and if he should get the guards but what he saw was a very rare sight.

 Tsukishima was blushing.

 Granted, he was trying not to show any trace of it.

 Without a word, he got back up on his horse and started to trudge back up into the hill. Yamaguchi scrambled up to his steed and followed after him.

  That night, the tsukishima's and yamaguchi's decided to dine together in the royal hall, eating and chit-chatting. Kei took his goblet and chugged it. He needed to clear his head. Was he going to do this in front of yamguchi's parents?

 "I found someone I would like to court," he said, looking over everyone so nonchalantly. Akiteru bounced out of his seat in excitement. He tried to pounce on his brother to no avail, kei dodging effortlessly.

 Yamaguchi smiled supportively. He kind of knew who he was mentioning. He was there with him when they looked for their identity. His father, the king, looked at his son's best friend in curiosity.

 "is it a prince? Princess? Dutchess? Dutch?" akiteru guessed. He was bouncing all over the place, trying to see if his hunches were right. Tsukki gestured over to the butler, the butler handed him a piece of paper. The prince places it on the table. Akiteru snatched it up and read through, his grin never wavering.

 "(y/n) (l/n) the wonderful maiden in the village. She looks divine!" Akiteru said, handing the paper to the king. He scoffed, looking at the paper before slamming it down on the table.

 "a prince shouldn't be with a mere commoner Kei. You know that." the king said, his voice was deep. He was trying to intimidate him but it gave the opposite effect.

 Tsukishima chuckled darkly, before standing up so they could see eye-to-eye. "I like her. Love is supposed to be chosen. Not forced upon because of your stature. I don't care if she isn't a princess. She's the only one who treated me like an actual person and not like a shard of ice or a diamond. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." Kei said, his eyes were clouded in anger. No one has seen him this serious before.

 The king clenched his fist before storming out. Yamaguchi stood up and bowed before his friends apologetically. "I'm sorry, on behalf of my father. He didn't mean to offend you tsukki." he said, looking back up to the two brothers. Akiteru patted his head pitifully.

 "it's okay yamaguchi. That was his opinion. We're here to support tsukki! Whatever it takes!" Akiteru said happily, pulling the two of them into a side hug.

 And this time, tsukki let it happen.

  "she's here!"

 What?

 Tsukishima jolted out of bed, hearing his brother screaming from the foyer. Passing by the windows, he could tell it was just the early hours of dawn. He gets there to see his brother talking happily to a confused you.

 You thought you were in trouble, guards knocking on your front door hours before you usually wake up. They told you that they were there to escort you to the castle. Was it because you talked to the prince in such a horrid manner yesterday?

 You were taken to meet king Akiteru who greeted you with open arms. He seemed excited about something. You just couldn't put your finger on it. You see something move in your peripheral. You see the prince dressed in his most simple coattails. He seemed to be dressed in a hurry.

 "you invited her?"

 "I wanted to meet the woman you want to court-"

 "wait a minute!" you cut their arguing off. They both looked at you. You swore you see tsukki's ears grow pink. Akiteru gave you his most charming smile, taking your hand then leading you in front of his brother who hesitantly took your hand from the king.

 "my brother here," Akiteru started, a knowing smirk on his face. "he wanted to get to know you better and apologize for the… horse incident." he finished, chuckling to himself.

 "you wanna get to know… me?"

 "of course pipsqueak. I-I would love to get to know you," tsukki said, glancing at his beaming brother a couple of times before bending down to kiss your hand.

 You smirked before curtsying. "I would be honored, prince… know-it-all."

 "oh, you did not-"

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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Day in the Office

Robert De Niro x Assistant!Reader

No offense, I wanted to make the assistant imagine into a fic 😌✨

TW: jobs/working, a little NSFW, implied smut

Word Count: 1.4k

You've been working for Robert for a few weeks now. Naturally, you were very nervous to start working for him. You had worked for other celebrities before, but no one as famous as him. He was incredibly quiet, almost shy, when you were first introduced. You find yourself still surprised by how sweet and soft-spoken he is.

"(Y/N)?" You hear Robert call from the next room. You're at his home this morning, where he was in his office with Martin Scorsese looking over a screenplay Marty has been working on.

You pop into the door frame, "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, hun, what time is that meeting with that exec? Mr. uhh..."

"Chapman?"

"Chapman, yes!" he says shooting a look at Marty, "I keep forgetting this guy's name."

"Well, maybe that says more about him than it does about you, Bobby," Marty says with his classic chuckle.

Robert raises his eyebrows and shrugs; his eyes travel back to you.

"Your meeting is at 1pm," you tell him with a smile, glancing back and forth between him and the clipboard in your arms.

He checks his watch and asks, "Could you call and make it 1:30? Marty and I wanna go to lunch."

"Yes, sir," you turn to return to your workspace and make that phone call.

"So you give your assistants pet names now?" Marty gives Robert a smug look.

"What are you talking about?" Robert asks, turning his attention back to the writing on his desk.

"Hun..." Marty's eyebrows raise as he mocks his friend.

"Well, she says she doesn't mind it."

"You wouldn't say it if you didn't have some interest in her," Marty points out. There's a bit of a pause before he continues, "You finally get an assistant who can keep up, and you're gonna ruin it."

• • •

On the car ride over to the restaurant, you get a little while alone with Robert, as Marty has his driver take him separately.

"So, was the movie you were looking at any good?" you attempt to make a little conversation with Robert.

"Yeah, I think Marty's come up with something good this time."

"You think you'll be in it?"

"I don't know, maybe," he says as if he isn't always Marty's first choice, "the right crew always falls into place."

You give him a small smile, while he shifts in his seat. He hesitates for a second, before putting an arm around your shoulders.

His voice lowered, he almost whispers, "Is this okay, sweetie?"

You let out a breathy laugh, "Yes, sir, it's okay." One of your hands moves from your lap to gently stroke his thigh just above his knee.

"You know, you don't have to call me sir when I'm clearly trying to flirt with you... unless it wasn't that clear."

"Oh, no, sir, it was clear. Sorry, habit."

His laugh comes out as a low hum close to your ear. His free hand finds yours, and he whispers in your ear, "Oh, well, please don't break your habit on my behalf. Besides, it's not *that* bad having a beautiful girl like you calling me sir."

"Sounds to me like you're backtracking, and that you actually like it," you were only half joking. You know it's completely inappropriate to be flirting with your boss like this, but he's completely irresistible, especially after all the times he's put his hand on the small of your back during work and all the pet names he's called you.

He pulls you closer to him and presses a series of soft kisses to your neck. Your grip on his hand tightens as shivers travel down your spine. His teeth meet your skin, giving you a light nibble before he pulls away from you entirely.

Only then did you realize the car had stopped and you were at the restaurant.

Marty and Robert invited you to sit with them, although you mostly stayed out of the conversation. Lunch went by casually, thank God, because you certainly didn't feel casual on the inside.

The rest of Robert's day consisted of a few meetings. Naturally, there was lot of flirting in the car in between meetings that consisted of hand holding, his arms around you, your legs stretched across his lap at one point.

During meetings, you would sit in whatever office off to the side of Robert, taking notes and keeping and important papers he might hand you. Sometimes he would write notes down on post-its for you to keep in your folder for him, but today his notes were a little different:

"Hey cutie ♡︎"

"You look good with your legs crossed"

"We should go on a date, mark that in the calendar for this Friday"

"The budget isn't gonna allow for the amount of money I want to spend on you"

"Beautiful ♥︎"

"I like your outfit"

"It would look better on my bedroom floor though ;)"

It was very hard to keep a straight face each time he handed you a note, some of them bringing a nice pink blush to your cheeks.

In the car on the way back to his home, you stretched your legs across his lap again warning him to "stay far away" from you.

"You know what you did!" You cross your arms and pretend to be mad at him.

"Oh, am I in trouble?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Am I in trouble because you didn't like it, or because you liked it a lot?" He raised his eyebrows again, but in a pleading way.

You give each other a knowing look, and he opens his hand for yours. Still faking your anger, you reluctantly put your hand in his, and you ride home like that.

At Robert's house, you head into the side office to file away all the papers from today's meetings. You put the sticky notes away in your bag, deciding it would probably be bad if someone else saw them.

Suddenly you hear Robert from behind you, "You done for the day?" He has a bit of a sad look on his face.

"Yes, sir, I just got everything put away," you turn around leaning back against your desk.

Robert walks over to you slowly before placing his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the spot. "I hope you'll consider staying a little longer even though I don't have any more work for you," his face only a few inches from yours as you look up at him. You appreciate the way he's a bit larger than you, taller, muscles filling out a wider torso and shoulders.

You reach out putting one hand on his waist and the other on his chest, "It'll cost you."

"I can pay you to stay a little longer."

"Not money."

"Oh, well-" he's cut off by your lips meeting his. After a second, he relaxes into your kiss, moving his lips against yours and wrapping his arms around you. His hands roam your back and your hair as he begins kissing anywhere his lips can get access to: your lips, cheek, neck, ear, and collarbone.

A moan escapes your lips, and he leans you back on your desk, continuing his actions. You make a bit of a whining noise and he pulls away a bit.

"Everything okay, baby?" A genuine look of concern crosses his face; he was worried he had rushed you.

You prop yourself up on your elbows on the desk, "I, uhh... I just don't know if I can do this with my boss." You give a small laugh, always trying to be light-hearted.

His mouth pulls into a smile and he kisses you lightly. "Well then, you're fired. Effective immediately."

You smile in return, knowing that he's joking, "Yes, sir, I understand."

And with that, his lips crash back into yours. You knew calling him sir would likely have an effect on him. He wraps your legs around his waist, scoops you up off the desk, and carries you up the stairs to his room.

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[bellestalesoffiction]

Clean Love ch. 2

Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk

Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.

A/N: This one is a little bit shorter, I hope you all enjoy it! Due to working full time and stuff at home causing me to be the only person home in the evenings for my sisters it might take a bit longer between updates than I’d like. Originally I wanted to post this back on Saturday. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1 

“The Cleaner is here”

You weren't the most comfortable in the spotlight, in fact you often preferred not to be the center of attention. The center of attention was always Felicia, that bitch. You stepped into the room, a small nervous smile on your lips, because of course Mr. Stark had company, large company too. You glanced at the men, both to the right in the room, one standing the other sitting, both smoking. 

The one that sat had dark hair and cold blue eyes, the hand holding the cigarette to his lips seemed to glint in the sunlight. A second glance at his hand and yup, ok he has a hand made of metal! Fun… you do not wanna be on his bad side. The other man stood tall, back straight as a ruler. His features were both sharp and soft at the same time, hair golden against the dark grey office walls. 

His eyes, like the man beside him on the couch, were blue, a different blue though. His eyes, like his features, were soft and hard at the same time, on top of that they were a beautiful shade, one that rivaled the sky above the oceans, maybe almost as clear as the Caribbean seas. Not that you had seen said waters except in photos, but still you could compare just fine and dream. Those eyes were something you wanted to paint, the shade of blue so stunning it made your stomach flip. 

“You aren’t Hardy, where is she? And who the fuck are you?” Mr. Stark stood and moved around his desk, forcing your eyes to move back to him. The tone of his voice startled you, causing you to flinch slightly. 

Swallowing hard, you met his eyes pulling back your shoulders and correcting your posture, “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, Felicia went home about 20 minutes ago with the other cleaners. She had a previous engagement and asked me to cover for her.”

He nodded, “And who the hell are you?”

“Y/n L/n sir, I’ve worked here for the past two years as a cleaner.” Stark nodded and sat back down. He frowned thinking, looking over at the tall blond. 

The blond put out his cigarette, “Buck, go collect Ms. Hardy for us please. Ms. L/n, we’d appreciate it greatly if you’d clean up that little mess we made. I apologize for all the inconveniences with this.”

You blushed softly, god DAMN! His voice was soft and smooth, it was amazing and you wanted to hear him say your name again. You nodded and headed to the desk setting down your cleaning bucket and kneeling down to work. The dark haired man stood and made his way out of the room. You took out a bottle with a slightly watered down bleach and sprayed down the blood wiping at it with a rag. 

Mr. Stark walked over to the other man and whispered with him. While cleaning and scrubbing the dried blood from between the tiles, you glanced up at the two men. Stark had his back to you and the other man wasn’t facing you, more so he stood perpendicular to your line of sight, with his shoulder facing you, he took a long drag of the cigarette between his thick digits.

Stark had a hand on the larger man’s shoulder, “Steve, we don't hurt women remember,” Stark was bad at whispering. You could hear them even if you weren't trying. Your eyes fell back to the floor, scrubbing at a stubborn spot. 

“We aren’t Tony, just scaring her. She knows the rules as a supervisor. She isn’t supposed to send others to do her job, when you call her she needs to be here.” the larger man, Steve, spoke hushed, a better whisper than Stark could manage. You could feel this Steve guys eyes on you, it made you scrub faster pushing up the sleeves on your uniform to scrub harder at the last spot.

You applied more pressure to get between the tiles and hissed quietly as your knuckles caught the edge of one of them. You yanked your hand away shaking it off and dropping the rag. It didn't break the skin and you weren’t bleeding, so that was good, but the skin was still red and a little ripped. My own damn fault for not wearing gloves, you thought, I’m almost done and then I can go home and paint and forget all of this. 

“You alright doll?” his voice called over, mild concern lacing his disinterested tone.

“I I’m fine sir, almost done and then I'll be out of your hair. No problems.” You stumbled through your words, his presence was intimidation and powerful, yet also comforting at the same time. You kept your focus on the floor picking up the rag with your other hand, grabbing blindly at your bottle of cleaner and spritzing the spot once more to scrub.

A pair of pointed oxfords came into your line of sight, stopping your movements. Your eyes slowly followed the shoes up the man's legs, past his slim hips, to his broad shoulders and finally meeting those piercing blue iris’. His face was even more handsome close up, Steve moved to kneel down in front of you, his body still large and looming.

He held out his hand, “You scraped your knuckles, let me see, doll.”

You blushed harder at the pet name, it was cute and old fashioned, but sweet. Slowly you reached out to his hand placing your ‘injured’ hand in his, “I’m fine really sir, just a scrape like you said. I I’m all done cleaning up the floor, I I can leave and go now. I promise I wont say a word to anyone.”

You thought the man in front of you was the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but the way he and Mr. Stark spoke about wanting to hurt and scare Felicia, about wanting to teach her a lesson made you realize that you should in no way shape or form want to be associated with them besides as their legal employee. A soft chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts, you glanced at his lips that were curled in a smile before taking in his face. This Steve looked amused by your words and shy demeanor. 

“Of course, why don’t you go gather your things and wait in the lobby. I’d like to give you a ride home, another apology for the inconvenience and stress Ms. Hardy has caused you this evening.” he smiled charmingly, god you could’ve sworn his teeth just did one of those cheesy commercial sparkles. 

You nodded quietly, figuring a ride in a warm car would be better than the 10 block walk and 5 minute train ride back to your dingy apartment, “Thank you Mr. uhm..”  you sat there looking at him for a moment, still having no idea who the hell the man in front of you was. 

“Rogers, Steven Rogers. Pleasure to help such a pretty dame as yourself,” he helped you to your feet and put your things into your little bucket and handed it over to you. Taking it quietly you broke eye contact realizing who exactly was offering you such sweet words and a warm ride. 

“Thank you Mr. Rogers.”

“It’s no problem doll,” he looked to the door as someone pushed it open, “ Perfect timing Sam, please go with Ms. L/n to gather her things. I’ll meet you both in the lobby in 10”

“Sure thing boss.” You looked over to see who would go with you. He was a kind looking man with a hard set face, handsome and tall nonetheless, his eyes filled with mischief and more warmth than you would've thought. You stepped away from the intimidating blond and towards the door when Stark called your name.

“Y/n, tomorrow I’d like you to report straight to my office once you’ve punched in for the day.”

“Y-yes sir, Mr. Stark.” with that you scurried out of the door back to the service elevator with this Sam character trailing behind you.

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[bunny-bts]

Summary: Truth can be harder to bring in than the cattle and spirits can be harder to raise

Warnings: language, angst, mushiness, toxic relationships, mentions of religion, cattle/ranch life, love, drama, alcohol consumption

Authors Note: This one is specifically for me and a friend, I have no idea how many words as always and I'll try to make this a one shot not a series because I just abandon those but if it gets too long I may have to make it a series

Rating: M, no smut but suggestive and mature topics

Characters: Namjoon x reader, Taeyhung x reader's friend

"Morning, Y/N," Namjoon smiles as he enters your kitchen. "Morning Joonie, what are you doing here?"

"oh...uh....your dad sent me over to make a delivery...."

"oh, okay. Come on, sit down and eat," you gesture to the seat across from you at the table and wipe your mouth with the cloth napkin before sitting it beside your plate which was piled over with cheesy grits, sausage, scrambled eggs and some leftover roasted potatoes from supper. You slide your chair out to stand and he comes over to sit as you walk to go grab him a plate. "We had some garlic roasted potatoes last night, want some? The garden out back worked nice for the garlic and the potatoes in the crops came out nice this year so dad brought some home and I made it"

"Yeah, sure. Thankyou.....so the crops are good?"

"Oh yeah, and Mary Lou just had a calf last night and dad says I can keep this one"

"oh yeah? You happy?"

"Totally, you know I try not to get too overly attached usually...."

"Yeah, I know, and I know you've wanted to keep one since you were little," he smiles over at you. You can't help but giggle and jump in place, "I know~," you clap your hands. "You do know you have two horses right?" He laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck, sitting his hat in his lap. "Yes, I love them Cortney and Karen. Shush, let me be happy," you playfully scold him as you continue making his breakfast. "Okay, how're they doing?"

"They're great and Karen has a show soon so I'm getting her mane done and some new shoes-oh! Want to come boot shopping with me? I want to get a new pair so they're shiny, I've been working in mine and they're muddy and I want some more jeans with the studded embroidered pocket designs"

"Shopping?" He makes a face that's a mix of disgust and uncertainty. "Please, it's for Karen's show and my friend is coming to visit"

"Since when do you have friends other than me and Tae?"

"Since about six months ago and haha cute, I'm feeding you," you bring the plate to him and then pour him some juice before sitting back down to eat.

"Maybe, I'm pretty busy but when do you want to go?" "Well, her show is next week and Jeff is coming then too so maybe....Sunday, after church?"

"Yeah, that works, we can go after we leave and get food....Jeff," he did not like the idea of it being a guy. You had all too recently ended a really bad relationship. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Who was he kidding, he didn't like the idea of anyone with you that wasn't him, but, he wanted to protect you after your last boyfriend. "I know what you're thinking, and yes. Jeff needs this"

"Alright then, this is good, just orange juice?" "Yeah, I need to run to the store after work. Want to come with?" "Can't, delivery." "A long one huh, well do you need anything? I can shop for you and take it over"

"Uh no no yes, yes, I need everything, all of it, groceries," he laughs, "do you know where the spare key to the house is?" "My bra, you gave me one last year when you went to Florida, remember?" "Oh yeah, alright," he had already finished, "can I meet the new addition before I start the day?" "Sure!" You were already running out of the door. "Wait, we gotta do the dish-" "I'll do it when I get back!! Come-on!" You grab his hand a pull him.

"This is Mochi," you introduce him. "She's cute," he smiles and pets her and her mother, "alright," he stands back up and stretches. "Hi Karen, hi Courtney," he waves to your jet black Friesian horse with the gorgeous wavy mane, the ever graceful and snooty Karen and the tan Mustang with black from the hooves to the knees like long socks and dark black hair that have a red highlight at the tips in the sun, the ever goofy and stubborn Courtney in the stalls nearby in the barn. "Well, sun is getting up so I should get going. Where are they?" "Uhm, oh! These," you guide him to the cattle he was here to get and he starts loading them up while you wash the dishes from breakfast and put the leftovers away.

"Bye," you wave to each other as you're both heading out for the day. You were already excited for Sunday.

"Morning," Taeyhung scrolls up, he worked with you. "Hey Tae, oh, we decided, she's coming next week on Thursday"

"Awesome, you've been excited. Jeffree right? I have a room ready for her at my place, can't have her stay at a hotel" "Cool, great, thanks you're a sweetheart, I'll tell her"

The next few days passed as always, only now you were excited because you had Karen's show so you got to prepare for that, got her groomed and everything and you were making arrangements for your guest, Jeff, your friend online you met through a mutual liking of a band. As always, days were tiring but Taeyhung made them interesting. The three of you, you two and Namjoon and had been together for as long as you can remember since Taeyhung moved to town when he was six and you all went to the same church. He was a good guy, they both were.

"Night Lil, see you in the morning," he waves goodbye and slips his gloves off as he walks to his truck to go home for the night. The two of you felt like siblings after spending pretty much every day together, you worked most days of the week together then on Sunday there was church where ofcourse the 'golden trio' as the church elders had coined you, all chose to share a pew, and snacks and memes; and after work you would sometimes drink together. You all had other friends from church too, but they weren't as close as the three of you were. You had no idea that Namjoon didn't feel like you were a sibling, maybe he used to, but not for the longest time now. It was Saturday, which meant, going out with them for a drink and something to eat. Taeyhung had insisted he was tired and would see you at church in the morning so you go home, well to the house. You wash up and change into clean comfortable jeans and a clean t-shirt then head out to the bar. You were starving after a days work to say the least, breakfast had worn off forever ago.

"Y/N!" He waves and gestures you over and you skip, for lack of better verb, over to the stool next to him. "Hi Y/N, what will it be?" The server asks, you order your drink first and a appetizer to share with him. That usually was more than enough to fill you both up. "Okay....since the other day....I've been thinking....," He speaks, his hands fiddling with his glass beer mug. "Thinking about what?" You ask curiously and sip yours. ".....Maybe it isn't my place .....but uh....about this Jeff.....I do-"

"it will be fine, relax," you grab his shoulder. "A-Alright.....how was your week?" "It was good, Tae Tae said he was tired so he went home...."

He nods, "that's weird...."

"I know right!? How was your week love?" You were too busy enjoying your drink to look up and notice him change color at the term of endearment. "Oh, I missed you...you guys, I missed you guys," he smiles, those dimples that melt your heart when he has a bashful moment appearing on his cheeks. "Aww, we missed you too. I think Tae is excited about Jeff coming, he has a room ready and everything. Oh, you remember we are going shopping tommorow after work right?" "Yeah, I remember, oh he's happy ab-Jeff is staying with Tae! That's great!" "Joonie ......honey, are you alright?" You ask, raising a brow at him. "Oh...oh yeah, it's just-hotels would be expensive," he covers and is thankful you nod in agreement. It's silent for a bit while you wait on your food, he taps his fingers on his glass and looks straight ahead mostly except for when he steals quick glances at you. His insides were shaking like the leafs on a tree and his foot was tapping like Thumper against the bar on the bottom of the stool as he hears a song come on that he knows is one of your favorite. Letting his eyes scan the room he sees a few drunken couples dancing like complete idiots. "Hey, it's your song......we should dance?"

"You're joking, right? Joonie, seriously"

"no, really," he laughs

"Alright, what the hay?" You shrug and down your drink so you won't care and could actually go through with it.

He chuckles and holds you steady, "feeling brave now?" "Mhm, oh yeah," you nod and giggle.

That Sunday is was a bit of a struggle waking up after the night you had before, Namjoon was sure that you are plenty and drank water but that wasn't enough for him so he drove you home and called Tae to come and get him so he could drive his truck home; he wanted to tuck you in. The shopping after service was fun, Tae even came, he wanted to get a new shirt and some new jeans which he got several of and wanted your opinion on all of them then he proceeded to also get new pointed toe boots. The week seemed to drag for you both as you both got closer to Thursday but it was finally here.

"Tae wake up," you smack him because he stayed over and was going to ride with you to get her. "Hmm?" He sits up slowly and wipes his eyes. "It's Thursday, she texted she's at the airport" "Oh, yeah"

You pick her up together and bring her back to Tae's place and show her around. She seems nervous at first and quiet, shy. "Relax," you laugh as you give her a tour and help her unpack while you wait on Namjoon to come. Tae had seen her pictures online because you had shown him but it was his first time meeting her as well.

"Y/N," he called out for you from the kitchen. "Just a sec, Jeff," you go out to him as he's drying his hands from washing dishes. "Can you introduce us?" "Yeah, sure? Come on," you pull him by his arm.

"Jeff," she turns to you as she is putting her things away on the floor. "Taeyhung is shy, He wants me to introduce you guys."

"Oh, hi," she smiles and you instantly notice his reaction and it all clicks in your head, making you try and hide a smirk. "This is Tae Tea and Tae this is Jeffrene, Jeff"

"H-Hi," he smiles and they shake hands, "Taeyhung," he says, she notices how deep his voice actually is and paired with the shyness has to laugh. You share a look about how adorable it is.

"Hello?" Namjoon calls from the front door. You introduce everyone.

"Jeff is a girl," Namjoon is shocked, you just wanted to see his reaction to thinking it was a guy. Funny, as you suspected.

"There's nothing to do today as far as work...," Tae speaks, directed to you. "Okay? Cool, what should we do?" You ask them. He pulls you off to the side, "c-can I take her to get some boots?" "Some boots?" You cross your arms. "Y-Yeah....," He tucks his hands in his pockets, "I want to show her around...."

You take his body language into account and conceal from him that you see he is crushing on your friend. "oh yeah, that's a good idea, you can take her to meet the girls" "Thanks," he tries to hide how overly excited he is, "h-how do I ask her?" "Okay, it's really complicated," you put a hand on his shoulder, "here is what you do"

"Yeah?"

"You go to her and you," you pause

"Yeah?" You could tell he was falling for your trick. Sweet gullible little Taeyhung, you loved him so much.

"and you say ....do you want to come with me to buy some boots? I want to show you the animals on the farm"

He gives you a squinting glare, "you're an asshole," he says while you're laughing and Namjoon is listening in and kindly restricting himself. You both watch your friend approach his first crush.

"Hi....," He smiles and greets her again, with a awkward little wave, one hand tucked into his back pocket. "Hi"

"Do you want...to come with me...to uhm....to buy you some boots and I can uh....show uh....show you the animals?" You face palm for him.

"That's sweet, sure, that sounds nice," she was happy to go along and as excited as he was, she loved animals.

----you and Namjoon at Tae's house-------

"That's cute, it's good that Tae is finally going for it with someone. I was starting to worry that he's never crushed on anyone before," Namjoon chuckles.

"For real though! I'm so proud but our little boy is growing up, now I'm sad," you stomp and come over to him, hugging his torso to lay your forehead on his chest like a melodramatic distraught wife who was experiencing empty nest syndrome. The action was nothing out of the ordinary. He laughs and pats your hair, "it's okay, we can have s'mores, how about that?" "Oo~ I feel better," the two of you grab the graham crackers and marshmallows but Tae didn't have the sticks or the chocolate so you run to the store for them and come back. Namjoon starts the bonfire then you two get cozy and start eating the s'mores without the other two in Tae's pasture.

"Naa~," Your melted chocolate and marshmallow delight cracker sandwhich is taken away from you. "Hey!"

"Hey! Bad Cleo! Bad Cleopatra! You can't take your aunt's s'mores!" Namjoon scolds the pony. "Now, tell her you're sorry young man," he throws his hands on his hips in a sassy manner which makes you almost fall over laughing. The pony rubs his head against you as a apology. "It's okay baby, I forgive my favorite nephew," you pet his nose and kiss it and he trots away to go to his mother. Namjoon laughs and sits back beside you, looking at them. "Mable is getting old......," you both knew what he meant by that. "Yeah...., I know." "Think Tae will be okay....?" "Let's hope so....."

---Taeyhung and Jeff-----

"What size do you wear?" Tae asks, he insisted on opening his truck door for her, and the store's door. He bought her a pair of boots and gloves before taking her out to your place. "I'll show you Y/N's first, then mine"

"This is Mary Lou and her new calf, she hasn't named her yet," he watches her happily pet them then takes her to your horses, "this is Cortney and Karen," after you've gotten to know them all he shows you all around before taking you home.

"I have horses too, well I have a horse and a pony," he takes you out back.

"Oh, they started without us, I won't let you miss the s'mores," he promises. "Cleo! Mable!" Cleo comes to them and she happily plays with him for a moment before Mable finally gets there and she pets the old horse.

-----

The night is spent enjoying s'mores and getting to know each other by the fire.

Authors Note: This may have a chapter two

#bts namjoon #namjoon fanfic #namjoon #namjoon x reader #kim taeyhung #bts fic #bts

[muffindaddystyles]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 ❤︎

A/n: My moot from twitter made a whole thread that what if Harry wrote sunflower vol6. for some fan, she wanted the idea in words so here ya go!

Crowd just to admire Harry, cheering, loving, showering him in their evermost affection.

Harry performs like he was born for this; a punk rockstar with a flower crown on his head, bout to dominate the world just from his kindness.

After performing three songs he was engulfing in conversation with his fans and he points towards you but your friends gestures if he wants to talk to her.

You're wearing a pastel dress with hues of yellow accessories. You're so red in your own way, popping out from the crowd in the bloody bold way but you're shy and skittish around people.

You're just dancing along with your bestie, swaying your hips to only angel and then doing your own sexy moves to show your friend making fun of it afterwards.

Harry couldn't snatch his focus from you and the band noticed it so they teased him, tsking at him and mouthing him his pet name 'wep' under the loud shrivels of their guitars.

You wouldn't deny that you wanted to catch his attention too but you don't know how to.

Everyone's complementing him in their fondest way and whenever you parted your plump glossy lips to shout something nothing came out.

While playing guitar, Harry gazes at you intensely his brows furrowing when he sees that your bestfriend cupped your face to say something in your ear.

He's so fuckin' jealous. He wants to be there to cup your face, stroke you and maybe kiss you.

You looks so damn kissable. He thinks you're so golden beaming around the pink sky.

Now, when he's asking your friend's name out glancing at you from the corner of his eyes your heart drops. English isn't your first language, and this made your hands shake at the side.

You don't wanna fuck this up.

"What's your pretty name darlin'?" He smiles at you feeling a bit shy from your peer that's nothing but anxiousness, Sara and Mitch exchange looks with eachother while Harry waited patiently to get your calm voice to reach to him because at this point he can do everything.

"Y/n-y/n!" You're far from him so you shouted and it stuttered making you even more blush like a coral stone.

Fuckin' beautiful name, just like her Harry's heart gave a beat.

He doesn't want to dissapoint you by taking your name wrong, you're too precious to pronounce you differently that's why he reminisced your name many times under his breath before taking it.

"Y/n, right?" You bobbed your head a bit loosening up and smiling coyly fuck Harry wants to flop at ground just at this, "soo where are you from ba- y/n?"

"Not from here!" You told him now properly locking your eyes and Harry noticed your eyes colour's so common but looks so rare on you.

Harry mimicked you doing his comic accent, "No- Not from here, that's why asked ye' from where!?!" The crowd cheered and you laughed clutching your sides telling your country name.

"I hope you're havin' a good time, y/n." He grins combing his loose curls back and sipping his water, then throwing the water on the crowd intentionally so it would reach you and he could dive in another cute moment of you.

The whole show went like this but he wants you more than singing his melodies to you and he notices that you're getting exhausted and tired but utterly overloaded with cuteness forgetting lyrics to every other song now and then, your shoes aching you so you sat down but he jolts in panic thinking you just fell and is afraid you'll come under everyone's feet.

But when you again stood up he practically heaved shaking his to scold him that he shouldn't do this, he'll end up hurting himself from missing you and thinking about you everytime.

Getting attached too soon is Harry's weak point.

The show ended and he wanted to call you backstage but you were long gone leaving your sunflower-ey coral sunshine behind.

.

Harry went through his breakup going to Japan to give him his own solace, he went through his journal where he has written all his songs and his eyes fell over the cursive words he lovingly wrote on this specific side of his journal.

He wrote a song about you right after running backstage. Kid Harpoon wanted to make some changes in the lyrics but Harry criticised that no changes will be made in this particular song, he doesn't care if it's a hit or not, this came straight out of his heart and it matters alot to him.

One day he was wandering in london when you marched from a bookshop bumping square into one person you couldn't possibly imagine, Harry.

Your canvases, books, brushes everything flew to ground and Harry's on cloud nine a feeling of when he did shrooms spreads in his chest.

"Sorry. Shit yeah." You both said in unison squatting down to collect your things.

Your heads hitting and you giggled making Harry giggle too.

"Kay there's this saying in my culture that if your forehead gets hit by another person you should hit it twice else horns grows on your head." Your eyes glinting and he shakes his head gently pressing his head against yours.

He saw your fingers shaking so he again muttered a 'sorry' feeling bad for no-reason.

"Is it your painting?" He asked and you nodded taking the canvas from him, his touch's so soft you've only imagined it or heard from the people who met him that he has the softest warmest touch. "It's beautiful."

You're in awe of him. Ofcourse you love him but you don't know how much Harry's in love with you.

He's in awe of your talent too, he knew you'd love to paint from how vivid you're. It's one of the things he imagined bout you before going to bed.

Harry was taken aback by your respect for his consent when you asked him if you could hug him and he opened his arms wide for you.

"C'mere darlin'." Million sparks shooted inside his body when you coiled your arms around his neck because of your height, he's so happy he wants to cry.

Fuck this he wants you to be his and he's gonna drag his arse for it.

He sniffed in your shampoo and scent which's vanilla, strawberries and galaxies.

"Umm..y/n would you like to grab a coffee with me?" You are appalled. you never thought he'd remember you but who's gonna tell you that you were his only thought and the dream of his heart.

"Sure! Thank you." You beamed walking alongside of him to the nearest café.

Harry thinks you're so kind that maybe you felt rude to reject his offer but this's just his anxiety.

Anyways you talked to him about things he didn't know, you asked him how life's going even though his life's all where on the headlines.

You've never drank black coffee in your life but ordered it from the embarrassment of judgment from him and when you sipped it you practically gagged.

"Wanna swap, I just took a sip?"

"Thank you never drank black coffee in my life." He didn't asked you why but you yourself told him sipping from his and it's mocha sweet as him, "not very much common where I used to live."

Harry wants to get to know you more. About your culture, your interests and specifically just you.

"There's this get-together at my home this Saturday, would you like to come it's okay if you don't want to." He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous.

"I'd love too!" You smiled even though you're all jittery from inside. You don't know what's happening but you're just going along with it.

"Kay. See ya there." He took your hand writing his number inside your palm and he swear that he felt like he dipped his hand into a sweet pudding when he held you.

.

You got ready with feathery makeup and simple outfit, you haven't told anyone that you met Harry. You've baked cupcakes for him because your mother has always taught you to never go empty hand to someone's house.

All the expensive cars parked at his driveway wanted to make you cry, you're so nervous.

Harry's nervy too he lectured everyone not to suffocate you and give her some space knowing how lovey-dovey his friends could be.

"And don't call me pet names infront her." He seriously told Jeff who offered him tequila but he pushed it away, there's no way he's getting drunk today. "Okay foof." Jeff patted him hardly.

"Hmm. Plannin' to become someone else's baby." Sara laughed sitting comfortably between mitch's legs and Harry shakes his head shyly snapping when the door bell rang.

He was out of breath when you were infront of him. He hugged you kissing your cheek and you took in his smell trying to calm yourself.

"Y'okay?" He frowned caringly placing his hands on your shoulders, your eyes are glassy that's why he asked.

Clearing your throat you handed him the cupcakes nodding and smiling, "yes umm here."

"Hi love!" Everyone greeted you and hugged you.

Harry was acting quite selfish taking the cupcakes inside his kitchen to eat them all to himself and when he came back you were chatting with his friends quite enjoying their company.

His mind crawls to the thought of you in between his embrace while his friends becomes your friends and you spending festives together, you hanging out with him at the places you love to be at.

You were praising their talents and then Harry's and he didn't miss the glimmer of admiration in your eyes for him.

"You're quite such a fan of Harry." One of his friends says and you just nodded not knowing what else to say. To everyone else you're just a fan that Harry invited to his home.

Harry glared him. The last thing he wanted to make you feel was invadilate your caring, humble and nice feelings towards not just Harry but to everyone.

"Can I steal y/n for a second?" Harry asked smiling down at you and Sarah spat playfully, "she's all yours."

"Uhh..thank you for these." He pointed at the delights you baked for him swelling his heart at your care and you shook your head.

"I love these on you." He indicated to the pearls around your neck. Hooking your finger to unclasp it you mumbled, "do you want it?"

But didn't waited for his answer and secured it around his neck. Shivers running down Harry's spine when the pads of your fingers brushed the baby curls over the nape of his neck.

"Thank you so much." Harry thinks he can't thank you enough. You just keep on giving him reasons to owe you, this's the perfect opportunity to love you and let you know.

He took you to his bedroom quickly going to his wardrobe and you looked around, he has frames of his family and his recently ex-girlfriend.

You don't know about her that deep but you know he was deeply in love with her, if ever you know how much he loves you.

In his recent interview he talked about how he met this person and the new album's all about exploring relationship. You think so the new songs will be about her, she really's so ravishing.

He came back sitting close to you and before you even properly look at him he locked a necklace around you.

A sunflower necklace falling between the valley of your cleavages. Harry has bought this for you in the hope that you'll meet him sometimes in this world again and wore it around his neck during the whole writing process of his album.

You opened the brass golden sunflower and it had 'you're my sunflower' encarved on it.

"You're the only cloud in my mind, the only dream of my heart. Can't stop thinkin' bout you it's been two years." You rubbed soothing circles at his knee closing distance between you two while he confessed his feelings for you.

"Please let me love you.." There was a crease on his forehead and you massaged it away smiling weakly at him because you don't think so if your heart's beating.

"I'm all yours to love." He whined at your words grasping you in his arms and shoving his face inside the crook of your neck.

"Can I kiss ye'?" He asked you and you intervined you fingers in his shaky ones.

Lips brushing his and his eyes fluttered close just at the approximty.

He placed your legs on both side of his torso flushing your chests together and peppering kisses all over your face carefully.

Pressing your temples against eachother when his lips were mere away from yours, and when you molded your hand around his face he leaned into kiss you.

Giving a hot swipe to the cupid bow of your lip, tasting every inch of you. Hands everywhere, kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until you weren't breathing his name.

"Fuck. Tastes just as I imagined." Your head fell against his toned pecs and he placed his lips over your hair hugging you tight for you could become one. His.

"M'little sunflower."

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#imagines #harry styles blurb #harry styles #fluff #sunflower vol. 6 #cute harry

[deans-mind-palace]

Suspirium (Pt.11)

Pairing: Prof!Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re in your last year of your Classics and Mordern Languages studies and you’re majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that he’s also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.

Word Count: 1,656

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: Here we go. You get to know Adam and you finally get to sort things out with Sam.

Like always, my tag lists for Sam (thereby also for this story) are OPEN

Or you catch up here: Suspirium - Masterlist

Sam's behavior had discouraged you. Of course you hadn't been so naive and had expected leaps of joy, but that cold shoulder hurt more than it should have. You'd kissed a few times, so what? Why did your heart make such a drama out of it. Besides, you had given him a chance. Actually, it was up to you to give him the cold shoulder. After all, you hadn't gone to dinner with someone else just after you kissed your student! A doubting voice in your head tried to convince you that he had the right to do so, after all you were not a couple, but you ignored it, and banished it to the dark corner of your mind from which it had emerged. Of course you should have let him explain himself, but it was understandable that you had been overwhelmed in this situation. Bitterly you thought that you would have experience in dealing with this situation next time. After all, you had tried to make up for your mistake, but he had not accepted your offer. Now it was his decision how to proceed.

You couldn't remember what you had done in the last few days, because everything was blurred to an inconsistent mush of bright colors. It was as if the rest of the world was moving faster than you. Adam had texted you again and you could no longer ignore his messages.

You had just come from Sam's lecture and frustration and anger were rumbling in your stomach, and when Adam's message arrived, you couldn't take it anymore. You quickly dialed his number. He picked up after a few seconds. "Oh, hey Y/N, how are you, darl-" "Save it, Adam." You snapped. "What do you want?" "Straight forward like always, I miss that, you know? "Oh, don't get too emotional. That never suited you. It always seemed pretended." "Touché, sweetheart. You rolled your eyes at his old pet name for you "Don't sweetheart me, Adam. Spill it, what do you want?" "This is about the company and it's serious. You should come home to discuss this." "I am home." "I'm serious. You should come back home, your true home, England. You were stubborn long enough now. We got your message!  Now it's time to grow up and come home!  You can't run away forever, at some point your duties will catch up with you again. That time has arrived now." He said in a calm voice, almost as if he were talking to a stubborn child. It made you incredibly angry. "I'm about to get my PhD in English and Latin, you twat. I haven't got time for funny businesses in England!" You were so angry that your British accent, which you'd been hiding for so long, suddenly slipped back between your words. You hadn't spoken with an accent for almost five years. "Latin." Snorted Adam. "You've always hung on to your fantasies," he sighed. "If you had been a little more understanding of my fantasies, which, by the way, are also called dreams, in four years, our relationship might not have ended. But I always came after my father in your life." He laughed cheerlessly. "I don't enjoy this any more than you do, Y/N. But your father asked me to call you." You snorted. "Of course he did." I snorted. "And you don't want to disappoint the big man. You're still a good little lapdog, huh?" You were so angry you bit your lip too hard and tasted blood. You had angry tears in your eyes, but you didn't want to be exposed. "Do you really think I'm coming back to England? What makes you think I'm coming back home? I would give anything never to hear from you or my father again. Let alone set foot on the ground of this country." "It's an important meeting that concerns the future of the company. And you are the future of this company, so please be reasonable, even though I know how hard this is for you." You were about to explode.

Silently the hot tears ran down your cheeks. Just the thought of your messed up family, driven by money and the future made your stomach twist. "I won't attend that bloody meeting. I know I am the future of this bloody company but I don't want to be its future! Stop threatening me or I'll get you fired, Adam. Trust me, we both know I won't hesitate." He laughed bitterly. "I know. But it's your father's orders, and he knows his daughter. And I know him." "Oh yeah? Tell him the next time he wants something from me, he can fucking call me himself. Or better yet, tell him not to call me at all." "He's as stubborn as you are and he won't let up." "Well, then, come and drag me over the ocean! Good evening, Adam!" With those words you hung up.

Your legs were wobbly and you felt sick, so you had to brace yourself against the wall and finally sat down on the stairs. With your hands, you massaged your temples while conjuring up your tears. Angrily you wiped them aside. Suddenly you heard a voice next to you. "Is everything all right?" A pair of worried hazel eyes looked at you. The voice sent a shiver down your spine. What's he doing here now? For days he didn't even look at you, and now suddenly he came? It couldn't have been worse timing. "It's all right. Don't worry about it. Aren't you going to be late for some lecture?" you asked, hoping to get rid of him, but Sam saw right through you. "You're not well." It wasn't a question, so you kept quiet.

He reached out his hand to you. "Come on." You looked at him in surprise. He gave you a shy smile, almost like when you first met him. He had heard the whole conversation from the beginning. Actually, he hadn't wanted to listen, but your sudden British accent and the tension in your voice had made him stop dead in his tracks.

"I'll take you home," he explained, his eyes glistening softly. His hand was much bigger than yours, as soon as you obeyed his request. It was warm and firm. " Don't you have a lecture to give?" you asked. He shrugged his shoulders and snorted. "It's not as if the students would mind having one less lecture." A grin played around his lips and for a brief moment everything went back to normal. Then reality caught up with you. "No, Sam. You can't skip the lecture. You haven't talked to me in days, and now all of a sudden you want to skip a lecture for me? You can't skip the lecture." It was hard for you, but you forced yourself to be reasonable. Luckily, Sam wouldn't let you go, so you overturned your decision soon enough.

"Come on." he muttered. Together you walked out onto the parking lot where you let go of Sam's hand, almost as if you'd been burned. He gave you a look and you felt regret because that's the way it would always be. You couldn't be seen with each other.

Unnoticed, you made it to your house and you unlocked the door to your apartment. Sam came up behind you as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You did not ask any further questions when he closed the door behind him and took the shoes off his feet. Around him, your apartment seemed even smaller. He seemed like a foreign body that didn't fit into the picture. He was too tall. You hung up your stuff and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead.

"Would you like something to drink?" you asked while Sam sat down on your sofa and looked around. He looked out of place and had to fold up to fit on the couch. His gaze wandered across the room as if he were trying to find something. Pictures or something that connected you to this apartment. But you knew he wouldn't find anything. You put up pictures of people you loved or cared about and wanted to see every day. Not people you wanted to banish from your life and forget. The latter was true of your family. Brooks had once asked you about your family. The silence had been enough response. Sam frowned when he realized there were no pictures.

You placed a glass of water in front of Sam and sat across from him. Immediately you grabbed a pillow and pressed it against your stomach like a shield. Sam sipped his water while his eyes still glided across the room. "I think we should talk." he muttered after he put the glass down. You nodded. "That was Cassie on Monday. She is Dean's fiancee. Well, she was his girlfriend at the time. I had to cover for Dean so he could buy her a ring. I didn't tell you because I found out on short notice. I didn't know you worked at that restaurant or--" "Or you would have just gone to another one without telling me?" you asked bitterly. Sam looked at you firmly and shook his head. "No, otherwise I would have gone to another restaurant and told you everything afterwards, just as I had planned. Which I had also tried! But you didn't give me a chance to explain myself. I was angry because you really thought I was capable of doing something like that." "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not completely rational when I see the man I love with a strange woman!" you defended yourself. You weren't aware of what you were saying until you noticed Sam's silence. You slapped your hands over your mouth. "I - oh, God, Sam - I-I-" "Me too," he said quietly. "Huh? Me what?" He smiled softly. "I love you too."

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Jason Todd: German Shepherd

A/N: Dog Plan 2/?, how could I not write one for Jason???

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He had issues. You were god damn sure of it.

Obviously you loved your treasured German Shepherd to pieces and you were 99% certain that Zeus would die for you but that does not mean he wasn't subject to experimentation before you adopted him as a puppy. It was Gotham, that theory was completely liable considering his peculiar sparkling emerald irises.

The dog had a biazzarre habit of sneaking out the fire escape on some nights but always made his return a couple of hours later ready to snuggle up with you. His scent was usually that of gunpowder and cigarettes - again, in Gotham most places smelt like that but you couldn't help but wonder what your partner got up to on his escapades. Regardless, you brought a collar engraved with your address as a precaution. Although once the adventurous canine disappeared for longer than 2 days you began to worry, he was basically your comrade who seemingly understood every word you said so when the door knocked at 3am you skidded over in your hoodie with hopeful eyes.

"Uh hey, I believe this belongs to y- Sun!" The mysterious stranger didn't manage to finish before Zeus hauled his oversized paws over your shoulders nuzzling his nose against your hair on his hind legs, it was a struggle to hold the massive bundle of fluff so much so that you staggered back a little before fussing him in return. A pulsation of shock sprinted through your veins upon recognising his company and the twin guns situated on his thighs but he did just return your dog...

"Thanks for bringing this giant doofus back, I see you've already gotten attached though." You observed expectantly, Zeus standing by your side to stare at the Red Hood who shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Old habit, I've encountered him quite a bit on the streets - at first he went by 'Dog' but eventually I named him Sun Tzu. Then he suddenly shows up with a collar around his neck but I'm glad he has a good home."

"Yeah, Zeus always struck me as a weirdo who apparently sneaks out to play vigilante sidekick but I always pick the odd ones I guess. And Sun Tzu... as in the Art of War?" The man did a double take, he didn't expect you to know who that was.

"He's actually quite useful out there. And that's the one, have you read it?"

"No, but I'd like to. I guess you've got to go save the city but thank you again Red Hood." You waved him off, Zeus with a bark and you'd thought that would be the end of it.

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Of course it wasn't, Zeus would continue to disappear no doubt on the streets with his apparent 'partner' - they were a deranged reformation of Batman and Robin much to your amusement. Only now you awoke to find an Art of War hardback on your bed rather than a toy with Zeus franticly wagging his tail. Suspiciously, eyeing your dog as you did so, you opened the book to find a scruffy note inside.

'Hopefully Sun Zeus got this to you, thought you'd like it. - Red'

Oh God...

Once you'd read the book, you sat contemplating a reply on your piece of card since you had no paper at this particular time - Zeus laid beside your leg, head resting on your thigh with a bored expression.

'Thanks, it's an incredible book. I'm not sure if I can ask how you are but has the crime world been busy? Gotten any cool cases? I suppose I shouldn't ask that either, well it was a pleasure meeting you the other night and you seem pretty badass but thanks again for taking the time to return my boy. -(Y/n)'

You visually winced as your hands began mimicking your thoughts knowing you were binning this version, with a sigh you stood to find a new piece of card as you couldn't ask a stranger that - let alone the Red Hood. What were you supposed to say anyway? You returned to your couch, clear card inches from your canines nose - you had no idea where he'd obtained the piece but didn't complain, writing a new message before slipping into the book for Zeus to return.

'Thank you for the book, stay safe out in this hellhole. - (Y/n)'

It was no more than a few days until you received a reply neatly tucked into your joyful canines collar despite the torn edges.

'I thought people threw away discarded notes, not write on the back but I'm glad you did it. It's Gotham, of course it's been busy and 'cool cases'? No (Y/n), definitely not. The pleasure was all mine by the way. - Red'

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The exchanges continued for quite some time, your dog acting as your very own personal messenger, occasionally you'd send over books or on one instance you'd received a bouquet of flowers, of course you'd sent some back to which your correspondent found amusing. Regretfully over the passing 3 months you'd only encountered him under a few circumstances, mostly brought together by the antics of your shared companion but none the less you grew rather fond of each other.

You’d conversed as he sat on your widow ledge after you’d practically forced him to drink a coffee before disappearing back into the depths of Gotham, listening to the latest tale he threw your way. Then you have ran into him and Zeus during a midnight shopping run, the two opting to walk you home that night. It was difficult not to grow close to the man when you see him at least twice a week as well as the letters he continued to write despite already exchanged numbers.

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Tonight you'd ventured to Big Belly burger, opting for a takeout after an exhausting day but were not expecting the cashiers joyful reaction.

"Ah hello you beautiful boy!"

You gave her a sceptical glance, pausing at the counter before noticing her kind smile was actually directed toward your dog - who shouldn't be inside but alas chose to follow you in anyway.

Zeus wagged his tail at the familiar welcoming, the woman walking around the counter to pet him much to your confusion, you were hungry after all but due to the happiness both parties displayed you saw no harm in waiting 5 minutes more.

"Where's your handsome owner? Can't be far behind no?" A pink hue settled on her cheeks, whoever this supposed master was apparently captured her romantic interest, regardless Zeus moved to sit by your side, leaning against your leg before releasing a bark.

"Dork." You tutted, tousling his ear.

The woman politely smiled, seemingly understanding the gesture but you didn't miss the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

"Ah you brought his lovely partner with you today hm? Well now the flowers make sense, you are a lucky one, I didn’t think men like that existed. I'll prepare his usual and what would you like this evening?" Her cheery attitude returned as she began preparing your alleged lover's signature order much to your quiet protest. Suspicion overwhelmed you by wondering what other companions your dog had - Zeus trotted over to the exit as the bell rang signifying a person entering/leaving the diner.

"Hey Sun. You waiting for me or somethin'?" Immediately your eyes widened, the familiar nickname of your canine and the way he spoke making your heart race.

However you didn't want to make your presence known, having assumed the Red Hood wouldn't be dressed as such - not if the waitress was so flawed by him. Although credit due, he already had a stunning body in his vigilante attire...

This was the man your dog trusted every night - the one who wrote you letters and had a beautiful way with words. The one who had the waitress before you blushing like a school girl by his mere presence alone. With a careless sigh, you directed your attention to the two only stopping a few away - the scene bringing an admiring smirk to your face, the very attractive ravenette knelt before your companion both talking an fussing him like they were the best of friends, which you supposed they were after all of their adventures.

The male shot a quick glance to the person they were supposedly holding up, once recognising you he hesitated before standing and moving to speak. That is, before you cut him off.

"Don't worry babe, I got yours too. Sit and eat with me?" Your tone was casual as if you’d both done this many times before, like you hadn’t just laid eyes on him, yet it held an underlying demand as you held the paper bag out toward him.

It wasn't exactly a choice, regardless of how effortless fabricating a relationship was between the two of you. He immediately collaborated with your intentions, knowing that there must be a reason for you to act this way.

"Always doll, I've got some news for you anyway." He must've understood that you deducted who he was, and so guided you to the nearest table with Zeus following.

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"So..." The man awkwardly started, unsure of how to go about the situation and truthfully neither did you but addressed the main question hanging in the air.

"Before you ask it was Zeus, no one calls him Sun except his partner in crime and there's also how happy he was to see you, I knew straight away."

"Hah, can't believe he betrayed me like this. But I'm kinda glad (Y/n), although was the pet name thing really necessary?" Was his reply as he began eating much like you had, the atmosphere became more casual with your shared amusement thanks to Zeus' previous antics.

"Firstly Red, you started it ages ago. Secondly, I don't know your real name and finally, the cashier thinks we're together thanks to our 'shared ownership' of Zeus. Rather disappointing actually, the lady does seem fond of you." Of course you'd defended yourself, the position you'd put yourselves in was somewhat embarrassing but all you think of at the time.

"All valid points I admit, and I've noticed but hey, if we're together I guess she can move on. And it's Jason by the way, Jason Todd."

"Jason... It's not how I expected to find out your identity but I'm not complaining, you've got good taste in fast food."

"Yeah, honestly this isn't how I'd imagined things to go either." He shook his head, shy smile on his face almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it.

"How so?"

"I would've preferred to tell you that I'm a vigilante at least a few dates in, not the best starting point is it?"

"No but it’s definitely interesting. How about this be our first date and we can go from there? It's a proper thank you for bringing my fluffball back home." Zeus released an obnoxious whine at the nickname from his place on the floor beside the table where he'd chose to lie down as Jason laughed but agreed none the less.

"Since you've so kindly paid for this one (Y/n), the next date is on me."

"I've just found out you're a gun wielding crimelord - what makes you think there's going to be a next one?"

Upon hearing your playful tone Zeus immediately sat up, barked as if making an argument whilst wagging his tail and looking between the two of you proudly. Jason smirked, gesturing toward Zeus as he answered.

"He does."

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@ravings1   Ravings is staring out the window and blinks with pencil in hand and paper on desk. Natsuki moves beside his desk and leans back on empty desk. N: Hey, Ravings? R: He looks over at Natsuki and smiled setting down his pencil, “Hey Natsuki, how are you doing?” N: She glances away with a small smile plastered on her face seeing his smile. Her eyes shifted back and her hands move to rest together at her lap. “I'm doing alright.. I was just thinking after school today if we can hang out a little. There's a place near both our houses kinda. R: He still stared steadily with a smile and nodded his head in affirmation, “Sure that seems alright with me.” N: “That's good. Since you don't really walk home with anyone, thought it could be safer for us to do that since you're small.” R: “Well that is sweet of you, thanks Natsuki.” N: Her cheeks darkened briefly from a chaste blush before it vanished at the sound of the class bell giving them pause from their conversation. “Then don't leave right away after school, later!” She walked off briskly as some of the other students left as well while his classmates entered through the other side of the room. As the other students got seated he picked back up his pencil and waited on the teacher. At the end of the day as student's left he headed out the front of the school and smiled spotting Natsuki easily with her pink hair as she glanced around with a look of uncertainty drawn. He walked up to her where his soft paw pads let him unintentionally move with stealth till he was directly to her side and looking up at her. He gave her a second to maybe see him before calling to her. R: “Hey!” N: Her eyes widened as her feet left the ground when she jumped nearly a foot in the air from fright and looking down at him still wide eyed and blushing in embarrassment. “Ravings! Were you trying to look up my skirt!?” R: Smirking slightly pleased with the results he pat her arm lightly for comfort, “No cutie I'm too tall for something like that naturally. But that little jump was adorable to get to see,” he drawled. N: “Cu-” She turned away and crossed her arms, “Dummy, I just thought I stepped on you!” R: “While standing still?” N: Her face darkened again briefly till she pouted, “Th-that's not the point, do you want me to help you walk home or not?” R: “I thought you wanted to hang out for a little on the way to our separate houses?” N: She ducked her head slightly still in a pout but still glanced down at him, “..That's what I meant.” R: He smiled reassuringly up at her and adjusted his backpack on, “Sounds like a plan.” She smiled a little and headed out the school gate with him as she adjusted the single strap of her backpack. Ravings moving a little faster to match her striding pace. R: Want me to carry you backpack? N: She gave an audible scoff, “Its about half the length of your body though.” R: “That's okay,” there was a brief silence “it would be repayment when you accidentally showed me your panties when you leaped.” N: Her step faltered while Ravings kept moving with his little legs, “You- I- I didn't show you my u- underwear..” her voice falling softer so others might not overhear. R: “Sure you didn't” he drawled to tease her. N: “Wait, did you see them?” R: “Mm...maybe.” N: “R-Ravings!” He had glanced back in time to see her backpack coming to him and being caught with an audible “oof”. At the park she moved ahead of him to the swing set as he followed carrying both their bckpacks. R: “So how close is this park from your place?” He sat down on the swing beside her own. N: “Oh I could be home in about 5 minutes, this place is near your home too right?” R: “Y..eah, pretty close by, you picked a good spot to hang at.” She said kinda.. this path will be taking me nearly an extra 20 minutes to get home when I backtrack..He watched her kick at the ground a little to get herself started in being airborne. She seems to hide her more childish side, but this is cute seeing her more relaxed than at school.. 

They swung quietly beside her, Ravings becoming more airborne like Natsuki was to where they could quietly enjoy the breeze. 

N: Hey Ravings. R: He glanced over to her, “Yeah?” N: “I challenge you, if I can leap further than you then you owe me a soda tomorrow for lunch.” R: He smiled, “And what do I get if I win?” N: Mmm.... You don't have to carry my backpack next time we come here. R: He chuckled, “But I didn't mind carrying your bag. Are you using me just to get your soda fix tomorrow?” N: “N-no! I'm gonna go first.” She begun swinging her legs to gain more air while Ravings watched her go. After the first swing Ravings called to her guessing she was mentally counting to 3 or 5. R: “Hey Natsuki.” N: She kept her eyes on the sand ahead of her where she wanted to land going into her second swing, “What?” R: “Problem..” N: “Problem?” She moved her arms from the chain link for the next leap to take off. R: He watched her follow through and just before getting airborne he called after her, “I'll see your panties again.” That made her freeze on her release time as she quickly became flustered and covered the front of her skirt to keep it down as she wound up going straight up then down barely close to two feet from her swaying swing as she turned on Ravings getting ready to leap. N: “Y-You saw!” R: He made his leap easily a foot ahead of her and turned in the sand to smile innocently at her, “Nope.” N: Her face still beat red and sore from losing,“Y-You, pervert!” R: He went to her and hugged her arm resting his cheek to her as he looked up at her steadily while she gazed down flustered. “I wouldn't do that to you cutie. You're my friend and would wanna treat you better than that.” N: She glanced away all of a sudden feeling a mix of guilt for the accusation yet shy for the complement as her voice lowered to a soft, more reasonable tone. “Dummy...” she gave his head a gentle pet, “but thanks..” Ravings closed his eyes in content being pet and purred softly. (End cut scene of her pausing and blushing a little as she just heard the purr and found it cute.)

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All of your attention pt1 || Wong Yukhei (f)

a/n: a very cute anon requested this a while ago. I'm sorry it took so long I was trying to make sure I had enough information on the subject to write about it😅thank you for bearing with me

genre: fluff! cafe!au Its a little dramatic but so am I so..

words: approx. 2.6k

summary: Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose?

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"I brought you help," He smiled with all of his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tossed a look back to where he'd left the stranger, the new boy, petting the animals. That was exactly how it started.

Johnny had worked at the puppy cafe for quite a while before you'd been hired and he'd done a number when it came to marketing and advertising the small place, tucked away on the far end of a busy shopping district.

His face helped, he wasn't bad looking; he was actually quite stunning and he was even more charming and friendly once you got over thinking how people really weren't allowed to look like that-- coupled with the visual of his tall frame feeding and caring for small animals and making frappecionos with a towel over his shoulder-- well, you can imagine why there were always people in the store and a small line down the street.

Aside from that he made a mean cup of coffee and kept little cute flyers with him so that even when he was approached randomly or met someone at a supermarket or elsewhere, he'd hand it to them and smile and then they'd come running through the door the first chance they got.

He was sociable and easy to talk to and sometimes he invited his friends to watch him work, which usually consisted of them ignoring him and spending the afternoon playing with cute pups. They were wellmannered and just as goodlooking and made easy conversation with you when they weren't giving their undivided attention to the animals or when you tended to their glasses for refills.

The days when Johnny was off were noticably more quiet and easy going, which you preferred. Sure, you enjoyed his company but when it was busy, it was hard for you to concentrate and stay focused, and most of all it was hard to make out what any one of the customers were saying when there was soft music from the speakers, puppies barking and growling and chatter, with 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' directed almost always toward Johnny.

Oh and the puppies.

Today was no different, save for a few middle schoolers sipping distractedly on iced coffee with two, mild mannered labs sat on the seat next to them, eager for any sort of attention.

You didn't expect Johnny to come in today because he'd called in earlier about his practice running a little late and you most certainly did not expect for him to bring friends. Luckily you were facing the door, cleaning up after Yuki; the toffee coloured shitzu, otherwise you'd have missed the little bell on the door ding and Johnny coming in, followed into the store by another giant boy with the biggest, most endearing eyes and an oversized blue sweater and messy, soft brown hair.

The puppies went straight for the stranger like they'd been waiting for his return (even if you were sure you'd never seen him before) and started licking and wagging excitedly as he ran his hands over them, eyes alight in jovial delight.

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Ever since then, the tiny, fairly profitable puppy cafe had had a new addition to its staff. Lucas-- who reminded you so much of Sushi, the doe-eyed beagle mix that always found the strangest assortment of accessories from god knows where around the store and dropped them at your feet-- wasn't much older than you were and probably half as capable. He was a clutz and a little bit of a ditz and you suspected that it was that naïve charm about him that was so endearing to the customers. They never seemed to get mad or impatient with him when he mixed up an order or put a little too much sugar in the drinks and he drew the younger kids in by the boatload. The coffeemaker was his nemesis and the trio of pugs that were brought in by one of the usual customers-- a high school boy with soft smiling eyes and beautiful lashes--named Blondie, Raven And Carmine respectively, always made his life miserable.

You would admit, however that Lucas was kind of cute. His hair was always a fluffy storm, like he'd ran his hands through it too many times in one second. His hands dwarfed the puppies and most of the kitchen appliances and utensils. His mannerisms were also kind of adorable; he mumbled a lot to himself--which you found out when he was training, and only because you'd been looking at him directly. He was asked to make a basic iced coffee and when he moved behind the counter to begin, immediately started the inner and sometimes outer conversation with the appliances. You could read his lips but at some point you'd decided there were multiple languages involved and you wouldn't try to decipher that.

Overall, very cute.

He wasn't however, as articulate or friendly as Johnny; who now spent more time out of the store now that Lucas had begun his shifts more regularly. He'd been a recurring staff member for a little over two months now and during that time, Lucas hadn't tried speaking to you unless he had to and tended to side step you altogether. You hadn't minded at first, you were a little shy about certain things about yourself and it was fine, if only a little hurtful but you weren't going to make trouble unless he was being rude.

You were perfectly content to remain cordial colleges; you each had your routine duties-- he took out the trash and cleaned the dog's sleeping area, you cleaned and stacked chairs on close up and took care of the counter and kitchen area. You both fed and cared for the animals and washed the dishes in peaceful silence-- and you were comfortable enough in his presence to get through the day without major upset. Until one day he broke part of the coffee machine and you'd decided to make the executive decision, after calling Johnny and talking about it for five minutes; to close up shop about an hour early, put the pups away to their little room in the back wih sufficient food and toys to entertain them, and try to fix the machine since it only seemed like the lever had detatched itself in Lucas' all-encompassing grip.

"What do we do?" his hands found their way into his hair as he turned to you when you'd came back, shoving the phone into your apron.

"We can try to fix it, no biggie," You assured the little big baby standing and staring, absolutely distraught. He was truly adorable.

It in fact, was a biggie and before the minute of faux repairing was up, there were more loose parts than you knew what to do with and very little idea of what to do next. You did not want to call Johnny with this information. You wanted to believe you were more than capable of doing this on your own. You were not inept; the coffee machine was Lucas' enemy, not yours.

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Some time during the next half hour, Lucas had managed to find a toolbox in the storage room, the cafe had been closed for much longer than you'd have liked and both of you were still no closer to fixing the machine than you'd been when you started. Your patience with the contraption was starting to wear a bit thin and Lucas was visibly agitated-- kind of the first truly negative emotion you'd seen him express.

"This isn't working," you didn't hear the metal wrench clank against the tile countertops, but you did see Lucas plop down into the plushy seat Johnny had purchased at a flea market and stuck behind the counter for 'atmosphere', his full lips pulling together in an exaggerated pout. "Oh geez, its all my fault too."

"Not really." Yes really... "You've actually been doing really great so far," You were not entirely sure what prompted you to respond, honestly. He wasn't speaking to you, but you'd managed to make out what he said and he looked like very much like a wounded puppy. You wanted to at least lessen whatever he was feeling and your heart may have lurched a little when he looked up at you from his seat, eyes wide and a little bit of a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.

"I mean you put a little too much effort in sometimes but... " you rushed, letting the sentence hang and turning away as your face began to sear, back to your task at hand. If you looked him in the eye again you were sure you would crumble and right now, you wanted nothing more than to fix the stupid machine and get back to work.

There was a beat before you felt movement at your back and spun, immediately met face to chest with Lucas' mass of body.

"You're doing it again," he said crowding your space like it wasn't even yours to begin with. Everything was a blur and before you realised what had happened, your lower back was met with a lever on the machine and you were sandwhiched between the two, confused and flustered. Your most innate reaction was to try to put some space between the two of you. He was much too close; you could practically feel his body through his clothes and your brain was starting to dissasociate with this personal space nonsense. You forced your hands up though, and angled your body away as best you could without impaling yourself further on the now, broken coffee maker.

"Doing what?" you sputtered, trying to keep eye contact with him somehow so you could try to pick up what he was saying but also trying to regain some of your composure. Lucas wasn't having any of it though, completely oblivious to your struggle as he tilted his head to look down at you.

"You're ignoring me. You've been doing it since I got here; I try to talk to you or ask you questions like when we do dishes and stuff because I'm really trying and this is really hard, but you keep ignoring me and I'm kind of hurt and annoyed." His eyebrows furrowed and he was pouting again. You were very hyper aware of all his facial details and not the not so subtle changes in his expression; the unreal process of a frown glossing over his features was kind of mesmerising.

Why was he so... pretty?

He was too close.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you froze as the implications of what he had said dawned on you. Of course Johnny hadn't told him; he was too kind, too Johnny. He would want your business to be your business. He would let you confide in Lucas on your own like you'd done with him. A very small part of you kind of wished he had told him so you wouldn't have to go through this again now, but you realized that potentially would have been worse than his entrappment. Apart from this being the most he's ever said to you-- well now you knew that probably wasn't true-- you had a good few of reasons to be taken aback.

Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose? Surely he was aware of how large he was; physically and personality-wise as well? This did seem to explain his occasional mild standoffishness and you thought back to all the times your back must have been turned to him and he'd probably tried to say something to you.

Poor kid; he was trying his best and struggling and he was just trying to talk to you or make a friend. You wanted to facepalm but your hands were keeping you alive so you settled for groaning softly. Would apologising even help?

Not if you weren't going to tell him.

You swallowed another groan and attempted again to put some space between you. This time Lucas got the message and took one tentative step back. That did nothing, but it was enough for you to bring a hand up to brush some of your short hair behind your ear, revealing the tan aid you had in today. You didn't usually wear them, but you were kind of glad you did because now you didn't have to focus on explaining, just keeping the anxiety and embarrassment from showing on your face. People very rarely cared, most did however and decided against any type of relationship with you because of it.

"I don't ignore you on purpose," was all you could get past your lips at this point.

Lucas retook the space he'd just barely given you, reaching a hand up and out to you. You held your breath; your first instinct again, to move. Move and then panic although the latter seemed to sprint ahead first. What if he was trying to touch it? You were not an animal. And you were going to  muster some annoyance to tell him off or at the very least move away, but his hand stopped short, grazing your skin, stroking your cheek ever so lightly before he pulled back half second later. He was staring and all that served to do was make your skin hot and your knees waver in and out of stability. This was a very bad idea and he needed to stop looking at you like you were... normal. He wasn't staring at it, although he had briefly glanced, but rather he was staring at you, his eyes settling on yours.

"What?" you tried to keep the anticipation out of your voice. This was killing you. His eyes ran over your face endlessly, what he was looking for you weren't exactly sure. What you were sure of however, was how ridiculously easy it would be to stare at his eyes forever without wanting for anything else. They were so pretty and bare and screamed of his harmlessness. He could probably kill you if he hugged you too tightly and the damage he had made to coffee maker was minimal, but even if he looked like a threat to most inanimate objects and short people, you knew he was harmless. He probably just didn't know his own strength.

"So... you just weren't hearing me?"

You winced and dropped your gaze. This was so embarrassing and talking about it so casually was just making you want to crawl inside yourself. You weren't embarrassed to be hard of hearing, nor were you embarrassed of the aids; you'd needed them since you were very young, and you knew you weren't an anomoly-- there were tons of people like you and you liked yourself because of it, not in spite of it. These conversations were always uncomfortable though because you never knew what type of reaction you would get. You finally grew some balls and slid out from practically under Lucas, sliding across the edge of the counter. Now you could almost breathe again, although now there a was a familiar, Lucas-sized indent in your memory and on your body.

"Yea," you didnt elaborate or offer any types of explanation. Anything that would prolong this conversation was not something you wanted to do right now.

"Oh my god?" you and Lucas jolted, spinning around to where the voice of pure distress had come from. Johnny's large frame shimmied between the beaded curtain seperating the puppy room from the main cafe, his hair hanging low in his eyes and coated in sweat like he'd ran all the way from practice. He wasnt panting, but he was breathing raggedy as he stared between you both, who looked like you'd kick the shit out of the coffee maker and won. Secretly, you were ecstatic that'd he'd come despite you begging him to just let you deal with it. Even without knowing, he was saving your behind. "I thought you said it was just a lever?!"

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[frivery]

The last part of this segment of the Ethereal and Tomas trilogy is completed! This isn't over between them.

Ethereal and Tomas argue. A lot. That's it, that's the thing, it's a banter piece that is quite long. POV of Ethereal. The last part is here!

The chair was on the smaller side, atleast for him, the tiefling barely fitting into it with his legs splayed out further ahead of him so he didn't have to further aggravate his hip joint on the angle. The bear-skin cloak he had been wearing had been hung over the back of the chair, a large oil-stain dripping down one side of the fur from where he had held it against the slash-mark in his wires to prevent from leaving a trail for creatures to follow him with. Ethereal was pulling off his extra layers, the furry wraps around his hands, when Lion entered the healer's tent after him.

"Get in a fight with Guide Tomas?" Ethereal commented wryly, though he didn't raise his eyes from the blackened twine he was undoing at his wrist.

"Huh? Oh, no. Mostly speaking with the elf, really." he looked up as the merc crossed the tent to sit down on the bare floor in front of him.

"The elf?" he repeated back, raising an eyebrow down at Lion.

"Yoti? I ain't remember his name." Ethereal huffed, shaking his head, though he offered no assistance. He didn't remember the healer's name either, even though this was not his first meeting with the man.

"Did ya' bring yer toolkit with ya'?"

"Of course, I don't allow a mistake to happen again after the first time."

"Where is it?" Ethereal moved to grab the bear cloak off the back of the chair, but Lion returned to his feet with the obvious intention of doing it himself. A clatter of metal sounded as the leather roll was removed from the inner pocket, the human untying it as he sat back down in front of him. Crisscross, the bag unfurled across one leg allowing access to the several different wrenches, wirecutters, screwdrivers, and more delicate instruments he had. Lion pulled the twine away from the rest of the set, placing it between his teeth before pulling his short, messy, hair back and out of his face. Tying it. Hm, he had never considered Lion could pull his 'mane' back with how short it was, but it helped to further show off his strong features. Especially the warmth of his eyes, Ethereal was almost a little jealous of the color that the Lightweaver had decided to give him.

He was pulled from his admirations of the sellsword by the sound of footsteps, lifting his eyes to the tent door just in time to see Tomas enter. Once again, he was reminded of the fact that Tomas had not seen him since he had lost a leg, lost an arm, and he no longer had a fur coat to hide in. The gold of his prosthetics was the same as his armor, but the wires crisscrossing underneath the plating was unmistakable, really. He couldn't hold his gaze on the familiar man any longer, shifting them quickly to the floor.

He didn't have to be looking to feel Tomas' eyes burning into his prosthetic arm, though.

"When did that happen?" his voice was much less harsh and combative than it had been before, as soft as he could expect all things considered.

"You'll have to be more specific." Ethereal responded, turning his gaze calculating as Lion shifted to his side and held a wrench to one of the bolts connecting his metal leg to his hip. Lion had helped him remove the bolts before, it was why he no longer was so hateful with the man, but that didn't mean he trusted him to not break something. His prosthetics were sturdy but intricate pieces of machine, unique. The only ones like them in all the world since he had created them himself with the knowledge he had stolen from the Gods. From the Stormcatcher, more specifically. It hadn't originally been for him but it had proven useful in the end. Karma, almost.

"Take off the gloves, you'll scratch the plating wearing those." he was only slightly joking, the mercenary rolling his eyes but moving to accommodate him.

"When did you lose a leg?" Tomas reiterated, suddenly, causing Ethereal to wince at him before frowning deeply.

"Seven or eight years ago, probably. Why does it matter? I'm still the best Deepscorcher in the guild, fake limbs or not." why was he being defensive about it? He had put so much time, so much work and devotion, into making these prosthetics. He wasn't shy about it, he hadn't even tried to make them look non-robotic cause he hadn't been trying to hide it. But right then it somehow felt like something he should be ashamed of. Maybe, it was because Tomas had been faced with the same choice and had decided against it.

"And your arm?"

"Six."

"Years? Months?"

"I don't make the same mistake twice, Tomas."

"Then how did you lose an arm and a leg, both?" there was an almost accusatory tone to his voice, if the words had been intended to anger him then it had worked. Ethereal had completely forgotten the situation he was in, his attempts at standing up only halted by Lion quickly pulling away with a hiss, his anger flashing away as he looked down at the human. Back into the chair he settled, at some point the wrench Lion had been using dropping to the floor, and carefully took the human's hand. His fingertips had gotten caught, it happened with fabric sometimes but rarely did other people touch his mechanics in order to get hurt like that. He wasn't sure if he blamed himself or Tomas more for it, but there was no bleeding. Would probably bruise deep.

"I'm sorry." he hated apologizing. It felt like weakness.

"Geez, Ethereal, no need to bite me just because yer a little tiffed at yer friend there." that was not the response he was expecting, he was expecting a certain amount of anger or frustration, not the same good-natured voice he usually used.

"Tiffed?" he repeated back at the human, allowing him to take his pinched hand back now, the man flexing his fingers experimentally before picking back up the wrench he had dropped.

"Try not to do it again, yeah? I rather like my fingers."

"No promises." Ethereal sagged into the chair, closing his eyes before returning his gaze to Tomas, a stray spark of irritation causing him to roll his eyes. "Can we just get to whatever it is your digging at already?"

If he had to guess based on the expression that the other tiefling had thrown at Lion it would be jealousy. Not that there was anything to be jealous of, he might flirt with the sellsword but he was fairly sure the human was straight.

"How did you lose your leg?"

"That's it? I'm a deepscorcher, how do you think it happened?" he must have been tensing for a verbal fight, the merc at his hip putting a hand on his stomach to forcibly make him lean further back into the chair again.

"I don't want to guess, Eth, I want you to tell me." Eth, a nickname... a pet name he had not heard in a decade that made him squirm lower in his seat. Having Tomas call him that while Lion was in the room, unaware of their history, felt in some ways wrong and exposing. Thankfully he seemed to be minding his own business as much as he could, focusing on loosening the bolts that kept his prosthetic leg attached to the hip socket. Fingers darkening purple from where the metal had bit him.

"I don't see that it matters how it happened, it did, I fixed it, it's over." Tomas didn't use to be so exhausting to speak with but he was fresh out of conversational energy, tone taking a dismissive edge. He could hear the other make an aggrivated sound, curse quietly under his breath, and leave the tent. At one point he would have wanted Tomas to stay but now it felt like the air had lightened without him there.

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Youta, the healer, had returned to the tent and had been watching Ethereal with a certain amount of interest for the past several hours while he worked on his leg. He hadn't seen the full extent of the damage done until the leg had been pulled away from the socket, finally showing the outer side of the golden-plated steel to him and bearing the extent of the blow. A deep tear, shredding straight through the thick, protective, armor exterior and tearing open several pistons, levers, switches, and a frankly sickening amount of wires. It was a lot of damage, the majority of the oil that kept the systems within going having leaked out onto the floor at some point, and a small amount of snow had managed to wet the insides. It was surprising that it had actually continued to work well enough to get him back to the camp at all.

Wire cutters in hand, prosthetic now broken into two parts at the knee to be less awkward to handle, Ethereal began to cut away at the fraying and contaminated wires. His full focus had to be on this, the insides were too clustered and delicate for him to risk shaking hands or wandering eyes. Lion had passed out on the tent floor some time ago, curling up in the bear cloak he was not using and settling into the corner behind him, and the rest of the camp outside had went silent in a similar fashion. It was just him and Youta that were still awake at this point, as far as he could tell.

"Did you make that yourself?" Youta asked, voice quiet, Ethereal could hardly keep himself from groaning as he pulled the cutters away from the damage.

"What, you mean my leg?" joking or condescending? Why choose, he could multitask and do both.

"Yes, it looks really complicated."

"Surely no more so than being a doctor." he didn't care to continue talking to the elf, giving the other a few moments to speak with before returning to his repairs. Pulling out the broken pieces to mend them in what ways they could be. Tightening down pieces and scraping the less necessary system's wiring in order to patch the vital ones. Progress was slow but functionality was slowly seeming like a more plausible thing.

It slowly became harder to ignore the elf when he got to his feet and started to pace. His mismatched eyes casting towards the outer camp every time he would pause before starting again.

"Paranoid?" he asked, trying not to sound as aggravated as he was, winding a bolt down tight as he set the jury-rigged piston back into place. He'd have to be gentle on it.

"I'm an elf." was all he responded with, standing stock still for a long moment before approaching the tent's flap and drawing it aside. A cold gust followed, but it didn't remain open like that long as Tomas re-entered the tent looking like he had just woken up in pain. The healer quickly moved to help him walk, assisting the hurting tiefling in sitting down on the overly plush bed before skittering off to the side of the tent like a rat to retrieve something.

Tomas' eyes were closed, fingers gripping the plush grey fabric tight, as he breathed like he was counting. Obviously in a lot of pain, something Ethereal understood better than he had once thought he would. Once he had sworn, insisted, that prosthetics were better than living with the pains of shorn flesh but now he was less certain of it. His prosthetics could still break, could still leave him unfunctional, and the phantom pains he got when he tried to sleep was, at times, blinding. Sometimes, as he struggled to breathe through the ghost pain, he could taste the steel on his tongue.

Pale ice eyes cracked open as the wave seemed to lessen, lingering over the pulled apart pieces of machine that Ethereal was working on. For a brief moment he wondered if Tomas ever regretted not taking his advice, just like how he sometimes regretted doing it.

Youta stood back up, a glass vial with a deep green liquid in hand, quickly returning to his boss' side with it.

"Youta." a commanding tone to take for someone struggling to breathe, but Tomas managed it, not breaking the strained eye contact that had started.

"Yes?"

"The vial."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Give me the vial, please." the elf looked confused, glancing at him as if asking for help but Ethereal wasn't really sure what was happening here.

"Don't you need help?"

"Ethereal will help me." Oh, would he now? Tomas said this in an even, powerful, tone that made it difficult to argue with and Youta blanked for a long moment trying to figure out how to respond.

"But he's-?"

"Thank you, Youta." wow, and he thought he was dismissive. The healer frowned but handed the vial over to the other tiefling, leaving the tent like a subject fleeing his king. Now it was just the two of them and a very unconscious Lion, that man could sleep through the end of the world.

"You know, I don't even have my prosthetic put together right now." he commented wryly, trying to ignore the thick pressure on the air between them.

"I know, I can wait." the ice dragon dropped back onto the bed, as if to patiently wait despite the pain he was no doubt suffering with. A moment of silence passed between them, Ethereal staring at the prone form, before he sighed. Tomas had always known how to play him, it was no different even now.

"Give me a moment, Tomas." he relented, the weak sound of submission on his voice even as he hated it.

"I'm not rushing you." if he didn't know any better he would have missed the slightly smug tone to the other's voice, but he chose to pretend to have missed it as he carefully began to reconnect the different, mauled, pieces in his leg. Putting the pieces together was easy after that, the last part being to reattach to the hip joint but... doing that without help was not exactly the easiest thing in the world. Retightening down the bolts he could get to would have to do, his hesitation at risking trying to use the prosthetic again when it was still so broken only washed away by a soft, somewhat stiffled, pained sound from the other side of the tent.

It had been a fucking decade, he had moved on, but hearing it still hurt him in a way that was indescribable. So, into the battery he fed the remnants of his magic, he could feel the circuit start and though he could also feel some leakage... it would work. Ethereal, carefully, got to his feet and crossed the tent. He quietly pulled aside the healer's... stool he supposed, a padded foot-rest that was kept next to the bed, sitting down in front of the plush bed.

"I need the vial, Tomas." the voice sounded weird in how own mouth, like dust and dirt and broken things, the ice tiefling shuddering similarly but he wasn't sure if it was from pain or the way he sounded just then. Soft, weak. He had loved Tomas but looking back he hated how weak it had made him. It had taken losing his leg, losing his arm, to remember what he was. Who he had to be.

The familiar figure, his ex, shifted on the bed and slowly dragged himself back up into a sitting posture, handing him the vial in an almost lethargic way. He could feel the piercing intensity of Tomas' eyes as he pulled off one of his boots, and away the sock beneath. Tattered, poorly healed, and warped flesh was underneath, slightly red with irritation that came from the nerves misfiring. The scarring was deep and completely random in intensity. He could still remember when this happened, could see it in his mind, anger and fear and distress pouring out of him in a destructive rush that burned the predator to ashes. He had barely even registered as a mage ever since, every ounce of his fractured magic now used to power his own prosthetics that had come after. He remembered dropping to the ground next to his injured love, covering his eyes, muttering a repeating phrase that he couldn't recall as he wrapped the torn flesh in every bandage and cloth he had at his disposal.

His hands were shaking, at some point he had brushed his real hand across the wounded skin, but the reason was not for medicinal ones. The vial still unopened in his metal grip.

"Looks awful doesn't it?" Tomas' voice was filled with.. disgust? Distaste? Dissatisfaction? But he didn't know if it was with his reaction or with himself. Ethereal pulled the dropped from its glass container, swallowing down the old sickness in his throat, silently dripping the strange-scented liquid onto Tomas' bare leg.

"It's... awful that you have to live with the pain of it." he responded, not looking up at the other tiefling. He knew exactly what he had started when it came out of his mouth.

"That again?" Tomas almost snarled, giving Ethereal pause as he moved to begin rubbing the green potion into oldwounds.

"I.... do not begrudge your decision, it was yours to make, I just hate seeing you hurt so much." this softness was killing him, Tomas had a way of making him a very particular man without even lifting a finger. It was sickening, twisted, though it was not his fault. It was just his sheer presence that had this kind of effect on him... or so it often felt that way. "That was what I had been trying to say then too, but we both know how bad I am with wording."

Silence followed his words, leaving him to the task that Tomas had given him, too much of a coward to risk even a glance at the face of the man who he had once thought was his forever. It was silly to think that, of course, Deepscorchers don't get happy endings. It was the agreement he made when he joined, not to get too attached to those outside. He had broken that rule and tragedy struck to remind him of his place... it was too bad that it had been Tomas paying the price for it.

"Do you ever regret it?"

"Regret what?" he regretted a lot of things, but there was nothing to be done for it.

"Regret the choice that you made, replacing your limbs with fake ones."

"How do you know it was a choice at all?" a few more drops of the slick liquid on scarred skin, he could feel the calming, numbing, sensation in his hand as he pulled away.

"Was it?" he let the silence stand for a few moments as he took off Tomas' other boot to repeat the process again. The tall shoes now put off to the side in a set, the socks stuffed inside so they wouldn't get dirtied by the bare ground floor of the tent. At least there was no snow.

"Yes, it was... and yes, I do regret it sometimes. When I wake up at night and it feels like I'm cutting my arm off again, or when my prosthetics get damaged. It's hard not to regret it, but it serves its purpose. I can still be a Deepscorcher like this... I do not think Judgement would have let me stay if I had made any other choice."

"Eth, you cut your own-" a concern lilt to his voice, Ethereal didn't back away this time raising his eyes to meet the other tiefling's pale blue ones in a challenge.

"My own arm off? Yes, I did, and my leg before it. I doubt any healing done on my part would have went as well as yours did. Injured solitude does not lend well to that kind of thing and I was not interested in the alternative."

"Of being like me?" now Tomas' sounded hurt, less hostile and more upset. Ethereal pulled back now, shaking his head as he glanced around the tent. Lion was still curled up on the floor like a dog, out like a light, and Youta had not chanced a reappearance. Still just them, too intimate and alone.

"I would not have been like you, Tomas, I'm like you now. If I hadn't cut away what was broken I would have never walked again, would have lost full use of one of my arms, what would you expect me to do?"

"Was it that bad?" the tiefling almost sounded desperate for another answer, there wasn't one. He could see the sickening splinters in his eyes as he stared through the other man now.

"Yes, a thousand times yes, there was no healing from the splintering of bone. No fixing the complete decimation."

"Would it have been so bad to not be able to walk then? To not write?" why was he asking this? Why was this conversation continuing?

"What are you getting at, I love being a guide I need to walk."

"Must you? There are other means to move with." continuing to desperately press, it felt like ten years ago but reversed onto him... after the choice had already been made. More owed karma.

"What is this about, Tomas, do you see me as less whole now that I'm missing my arm? Less complete?" it took everything in him to keep his tone down, he didn't know why the thought prickled with hurt so much. Even if Tomas did see him as less with his prosthetics why would it matter? They had been bitter exs for years.

"Do you?" was Tomas tearing up? The shot back question prompting the ice tiefling to pull away from Ethereal's hands, hands balling up the thick quilted blanket as if he was in pain once more.

"Wha-? No, Light's blessing, Tomas, why would you ever think I felt any differently about you for that?"

"How could I think any differently when you-"

"Don't start with that, you know how things ended. You left me, I didn't leave you, we may have argued but I just wanted what I thought was best for you then."

"You tried to talk me into having my legs cut off so I could better use prosthetics, were the scars too much for you? Did you think I would become too needy?"

"I thought it would hurt you less in the long run, and I was wrong. There isn't anything more to it." like trying to calm a storm, useless but he would continue to try.

"Isn't there?"

"I know you want there to be something else, some alternative motive that will justify how things ended, but there isn't. We disagreed, we broke up, there doesn't have to be more to it. Please stop trying to make this what it wasn't." Ethereal waited a long moment, expecting a rebuttal or biting word, but Tomas said nothing. He was tired of arguing and fighting, of spiting hate between the two of them because it had ended, so he let the silence stay. What else was he meant to say, that he was sorry? He had already apologized, there was nothing else. He carefully took the other man's untreated leg, something that Tomas allowed, and returned to applying the medicine to the pained scars.

Ethereal closed the bottle, setting it down on the floor next to the stool he was sitting on, and began to carefully put the woolen socks back onto Tomas' feet. An intimate gesture that felt strange and vintage now, though he had no doubt Youta did this as well.

"I just..." the voice had him pausing to glance at the ice tiefling as he seemed to be trying to figure out how to speak. "I loved you so much, I thought you felt the same, how can something like that just go away?"

He didn't respond immediately, he wasn't sure if Tomas had actually been expecting one to begin with, standing from the stool to put the numbed tiefling's shoes back on before returning his eyes to his ex's face. Pale blues staring through him, rather than at him, lips pulled into a firm line to keep any further thoughts to himself. His own hand was numb with the same concoction that was used to help, leading to his touch barely ghosting over the other's face. The softest caress, just enough to cause Tomas to refocus on him.

"It doesn't, things just change." Ethereal lightly placed a peck onto his once-lover's cheek, as much as he was willing to give, before pulling away in a move that seemed to confuse Tomas. He was done, this part of his life was over, the Deepscorcher beginning to put his gloves back on.

"Lion!" the sharp command, mixed with his name, was really the only thing that could wake such a man. He slept so well he could make the dead jealous. The human sat bolt up in his make-shift bed of bear fur, ginger-blond hair a mess and eyes blurry with sleep.

"We're leaving, it's a long trip back to headquarters and I'm not giving Leesil an excuse to substitute for me."

Lion yawned, rubbing a hand over his face and getting to his un-even feet.

"Leesil's... pretty smart, ya'know. I think they can handle it."

"That's not the point, the Tempest Spire is my domain and I'll be damned if Leesil, of all people, will be taking that from me." A goofy, tired, smile was Lion's response. "Get ready, we're leaving once I say goodbye to Amor."

"Yes, Sir. Couldn't let the less experienced Deepscorchers see the empty throne of the Stormcatcher, it might demoralize them." Ethereal ignored the mocking tone, instead turning his eyes to Tomas one more time.

"Goodbye, Tomas. Try not to get into more trouble than you can get yourself out of."

"That's... that's it?"

"Yes, that's it." a professional bow before he left the tent, ripping the emotional bandage off full-force. Was it kind the way he handled things with Tomas? No. But, he felt like that chapter of his life was fully closed now, like he wouldn't be thinking about the 'what ifs' between them so much anymore.