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otonymous · 3 years

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Fever Dreams (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Gavin lets you in on the contents of his wet dreams… Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: mentions of IV lines, hospitals, minor injuries, brief mentions of trauma, Eli’s sense of impending doom, vaginal intercourse, profanity, masturbation Word Count: ~3K words (~15 mins of sweet, sweet hospital lovemaking 🤣) Author’s Notes: Close your eyes. Imagine that Gavin is by your side — muscles flexed and lips so close they practically brush against the shell of your ear when he whispers the following:

“I hope you enjoy this fic, which was based on and inspired by Gavin’s Whispers/Biting The Ear (咬耳) ASMR from the CN server, beautifully translated by the incredibly talented and gracious @cheri-translates.” 🤣

In all seriousness, I’m extending a massive THANK YOU to the sweet @cheri-translates for providing me with the awesome goods that literally left me breathless! This fic would not have been possible without you! 💕 With that being said, hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! 🥰

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It was easy to forget at times; that Gavin was made of flesh and bone like everyone else.

That lionhearted though he was, the man wasn’t invincible, no matter what he would have you believe: hiding winces behind smiles and brushing off bruises blooming blue like they were nothing at all.

It was little wonder then that when the phone rang that night, it was Eli’s voice on the other line. And as you stood before the bathroom mirror, wrapped in nothing but a towel and watching the colour drain from your face, the stilted manner of his speech made it increasingly clear he was unused to delivering bad news.

“I’m gonna kill him when I see him,” Gavin swears under his breath, the hand with the IV drip attached pulling into a tight fist by his side.

Now you understood why.

“They’re making a fuss over nothing, keeping me in hospital for observation. It’s just a few scratches.”

Amber eyes train in your direction, the earnestness in their tender depths melting the edge of the anger you felt at always being the last to know anytime your lover got hurt. And when he tries to smile despite the bulky bandage plastered on his left cheek, your resistance falters.

“ ‘They’re making a fuss over nothing.’ I bet you’d say that even if you were missing a limb, Gavin Bai.”

Suddenly exhausted by the anxiety that made you rush to the Special Task Force hospital upon receiving Eli’s call, you slump into the chair at his bedside, still annoyed but relived to find that he was well enough to laugh at your sarcasm.

“Hmm, I must be in a lot of trouble if you’re calling me by name like that.”

Smirk spreading on that handsome face, his eyes take on a mischievous twinkle that makes him altogether impossible to resist. You couldn’t help but think of that rough and tumble high school senior who threw furtive glances in your direction every time he walked past in the halls, lip cut and face bruised.

“Come. It’s too late to go home now and you can’t sleep on the chair like that. Join me on the bed.”

Voice breaking through your reverie, Gavin holds out the hand that wasn’t hooked to the drip — large, strong and inviting. You hesitate, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you look towards the door.

“I-I really shouldn’t. We’re in a hospital and there won’t be enough room for the two of us. You, especially, need a good night’s sleep, being injured—”

Three dull pats sound in quick succession to interrupt you. Turning your head, you see Gavin scooting to one side of the bed, hand beckoning towards the newly vacated space. “The beds here are larger than the ones in your average hospital. STF perk, I guess. But if you insist on refusing then…I guess I’ll just have to accompany you in sleeping sitting up—”

Relenting with a click of the tongue, you snatch the pillow from his grasp just as he begins propping it up behind his back, sliding it beneath his head as you gingerly crawl in next to him.

“That’s my girl.”

Gavin’s whisper is electric in your ear, low and seductive in a way that made you question the innocence of his motives, wondering if he was already aware of the sensations his body pressed to the side of yours was eliciting. His lips curve in a smile on your forehead, breath dancing hot across skin. And when he reaches for you, the sight mesmerizes: long, tapered fingers smoothing slow along the strands of your hair.

“Eli must’ve called while you were still in the shower. You didn’t even have time to dry your hair, did you? Look at how wet it is.”

And though you were on the verge of telling him that it wasn’t only your hair that was wet, you thought better of it. There was a heaviness in his tone, weighed down by the concern that inevitably arose every time Gavin thought you weren’t taking care of yourself: encouraging you with bites of the BBQ pork rice he brought in takeout containers whenever you skipped meals during late nights at the office, draping his jacket over your shoulders when you shook from the cold — having decided on form over function in a lightweight but pretty new dress worn especially to impress on date nights.

“Don’t worry, it’s almost dry anyway.”

“Hmm.” Faint displeasure taints his acknowledgment, but you close your eyes to the furrow in his brows, unable to focus on anything other than the touch of his fingers on your skin — calloused tips tracing the line of your jaw to traipse over the chin until finally coming to rest on your lower lip. He is so close you can feel the tail end of your exhalation being drawn into Gavin’s next breath when he says:

“I know I really scared you this time. I’m sorry. I was careless, but it won’t happen again. Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Eyes opening to the sight of his, you study the specks of gold embossed in amber, beautifully familiar. See your reflection in the dark pupils holding your face in loving regard. Felt your heart chill at the thought of Gavin one day not returning home. And when the sting of tears arrives to redden the tip of your nose, you turn away, unwilling to add to his burdens with your own.

“All I ask…is that you be open with me. I know you want to protect me, Gavin. You don’t want me to worry. But it’s much worse to have to guess about whether or not you’re lying just to be kind. I’m a grown woman and your partner, so please don’t handle me with kid gloves. Let me take care of you too, sometimes.”

Staring at the patterns on the curtain drawn around the bed, you listen for the rhythm of his breath — slow and even in the ensuing silence and punctuated only by the intermittent beeps of machinery, the weight of your concerns slowly sinking in before he finally relents.

“Okay. I won’t keep anything from you anymore. I promise. So please…could you let me just…”

A hand wraps around your waist, grip firm yet gentle as he pulls you close beneath the thin sheet. You feel his mouth on the nape of your neck, Gavin’s kisses falling hot and insistent between muffled words.

“…hold you, like this?”

Nodding, you bite your lip, barely suppressing a moan to feel his fingers crawl beneath your shirt; warming themselves on the soft skin of your belly, tracing circles about the navel.

“Seven days. It’s been…hmm…seven days since I’ve last held you. It’s too long.”

The last statement is breathed into the curve of your neck and shoulder, your boyfriend inhaling deeply as he buries his face into the space, the embrace around you tightening as if touch alone could communicate all the longing he wasn’t quite able to put into words.

“It was a difficult mission. I couldn’t sleep. And anytime I did, I would dream of you. Always of you. Want to know what we did?”

Cotton-mouthed, you resort to nodding again.

“Then be a good girl and turn around first. I want…need to see you…that’s good. In my dreams, we’d be together, just like this. I’d have you in my arms, so close I could feel every inch of your body…how hot it is…just like now. No, don’t move away. I like it. I’ve got a fever, but I’m also feeling chilled. I want your heat.”

Those amber eyes are dark now, half-lidded and veiled with lust — proof that Gavin’s increasingly shallow breathing was not an exaggeration. It was a look you recognized; the expression his handsome face wore the moment he saw you again after a mission had kept him away for too long. It typically resulted in entire weekends spent in bed, limbs entwined as Gavin made love to you over and over again.

Until you were boneless and spent.

Until your lover was satisfied that he was thoroughly reacquainted with every curve of your body.

You reach for him: trembling fingers tracing the line of his brow, thumb circling the apple of his cheek. Gavin closes his eyes, exhalation shaky as he nuzzles into your palm to lay a kiss on that, too.

“Your touch feels cool on my skin.”

“Oh! I’m sorry—”

“No. Don’t be.” Fingers curling about the wrist that pulled back, Gavin gently guides your hand towards his forehead. “It’s nice. I like it. But…my back is warm too. Do you think you could help me lower the temperature there?”

Swallowing, you start to inch your hands towards the open back of his hospital gown. Gavin softly groans to feel your fingers running along the ridge of his shoulder blades, caressing defined muscles and faded scars you had committed to memory long ago.

“Is this all right?”

Now his turn to nod, Gavin’s head drops back, accentuating the bob of his prominent Adam’s apple in that strong, thick neck.

“I’m...ah…also feeling hot here.”

Large palms fall over the back of your hands, guiding them over his rib cage until they find themselves on the hard muscles of Gavin’s abdomen. Thighs pressing together beneath your skirt, you trace that defined V-line — touch featherlight in a way that draws out a shudder, goosebumps blooming across the expanse of Gavin’s skin.

Suddenly, you freeze to hear footsteps approaching in the hallway beyond the door. And just when you start to pull away, Gavin stops you with a whisper:

“Don’t worry. The nurse has already been in to check on me tonight. They won’t be back again, unless…unless they see that my heart rate has become unusually high.”

He winks.

“Besides, if they find you here, I’ll just say that, um…I’m afraid of sleeping by myself in the dark.”

That smirk again. You wonder at what point your boyfriend had become so cheeky, knowing just the right things to say to get his way.

“Could you help me? I’m burning up…right here.”

Lower and lower, he guides your hands, leaving them to their own devices when they reach the waistband of his boxers. Barely breathing, you watch as the expression on his face transforms from anticipation to euphoria the moment you slip past the elastic, fingers circling his hardened length with a loose grip.

“Officer, you weren’t lying!”

Gaze already heavy with want, the chuckle Gavin lets out in response has never sounded so sexy. “It’s because I’m running a fever. Or perhaps…it’s because I’m thinking of you. Do you think we should…make it even hotter?”

You wet your lips, feeling Gavin twitch in your hand at the sight; feel the vein pulsing on the underside of that thick shaft as he continues to swell in size. Firming up your grip, you begin to stroke in earnest, trying to maintain your rhythm despite the distraction of your own throbbing pussy, despite the way you grew increasingly wet to envision him sliding into your depths, satin panties clinging to the lines of your folds.

Smoothing your thumb over the liquid arousal beading at the tip of his cock, you draw wide, slick circles over velvet skin — paying especial attention to the ridge just below the swollen head because you loved how Gavin sounded when caught in the throes of ecstasy. It pleased you to pleasure him — the man who never thought twice about putting you before himself.

Always so strong, always fearless, you loved to watch him fall apart. Over you. Beneath you. In you. Held in the palm of your hand or folded to your embrace. You could feel the tension leaving his body — worn out and battered — each time he returned to your side from a mission, the trauma of all the things he couldn’t talk about seeping from every pore as you sought to show him love with the swing of your hips, the kisses you showered upon his sweat-soaked face. With the normalcy only the simplicity of a home-cooked meal could restore. “I love you,” he’d smile and say, amber eyes blinking once, twice…as if Gavin couldn’t quite believe you were real. “I really do.”

“This is the first time someone has stayed with me in the hospital, let alone shared my hospital bed.” Gavin’s voice is low, thick with emotion in between shuddering gasps elicited by each tug along his length. “Who would’ve thought that...even at a time like this…I’d be lucky enough not to be alone.”

“I’d never let you be lonely,” you say with a sudden vehemence that surprises even you. “Never again.”

He smiles, gentle eyes glistening when his large hand approaches to cup your face. Gavin touches you as if holding something of infinite importance, “Angel” falling from his lips in a soft utterance.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight. I don’t want to. What about you? Will you…stay up with me?…Help my fever break—”

You kiss him deeply, swallowing his words even as your tongue pushes past teeth to meet Gavin’s in reunion. You had missed him; missed the way he tasted, the hint of mint that lingered in the breath you shared, as if your very lives were as entwined as your bodies in embrace.

To lose him was to lose yourself.

And so, you give yourself over to the man who gave so much and asked for so little in return.

“Then I won’t sleep either. I want to stay with you.”

Throwing one last glance at the door, you rise to your knees, skirt bunching at the waist as you straddle his hips. Eyes wide, Gavin starts to move before you stop him, saying “Let me” as you push him back onto the bed before the IV line could pull taut.

You loved how Gavin looked at you, the artless way he wore his heart on his sleeve — showing in the pink of his cheeks, the blush creeping all the way to the tips of pierced ears. It was a side of him only you were privy to; unguarded and unfiltered. He watched you now, those amber eyes lit with a dark hunger to follow the motions of your hands: one pulling dampened panties aside as the other spreads glistening lips, guiding his cock along the length of your slit before you ease yourself onto his hard heat.

Unable to stop the moan that escapes, you slide…lower and lower…until the flesh of your buttocks meets the muscular plane of his pelvis. But the sensation continues — electricity spreading towards the very pit of the stomach to curl your spine, chest opening to receive all of his love.

Breathing barely controlled, Gavin bites hard on his lip in a bid to stay quiet, unwilling to attract the attention of curious staff. “God, you feel so good. I just…just want to move.”

“No, let me…let me be the one to take care of you this time. Please.”

For the second time that night, Gavin relents, yielding to your exquisite torture even as he fought to leash the animal impulse that spurred him to rip free of the machinery and fuck you until the bed collapsed. Hands clenching tight around the bedsheet, his knuckles grow white, as if the flimsy fabric were a lifeline keeping him from being swept away each time you lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

For everything about you drove him mad, from the tight, grinding circles you drew with your hips whenever he was fully sheathed, to the clenching embrace of your arousal-slicked walls that held him like no other, as if the entirety of you were created with him in mind. Or, at least, it was a fantasy he harboured; to think that fate had a hand in ordaining you his sole queen, and him, forever your humble servant.

“Ahh, Gavin!…I…you’re so deep, I’m com—”

You don’t get to finish before your mind blanks. All you could focus on was the sudden grip of Gavin’s hands on your hips and the shift of your weight forwards when his knees draw up, giving your lover the proper leverage to pound hard and fast into you from below until your arousal pools to drench those six-pack abs.

It nearly overwhelms you; the orgasm that makes you collapse onto Gavin’s chest, the contractions that hit like tidal waves moving through your body. They spur him on, continuing to fuck you so hard the bed shook, each and every thrust hitting just the right, swollen spot to keep you elevated on that high. And when you whisper

“I love you”

before your tongue extends to suck the lobe of his ear into your mouth, the tension building in the taut muscles of that perfect body breaks.

You hear your name leave his lips in a deep moan, feel him leave a part of himself in the secret space between your legs. Taste the salt of his sweat on kisses laid upon the pulse of his neck. Waited for his racing heart to slow before telling yours it was okay to do the same.

And when his arms wrap tightly around your body, “I love you, too” returned with palpable affection, you let yourself fall into slumber…knowing that even in dreams, Gavin would meet you there.

Thank you so much for reading! Check out more of my work here! 📚

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kageyahma-remade · 3 years

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please talk more about the inarizaki banner and how it was used as a motif 🙏

first of all thank you SO MUCH for indulging me because I think about this banner all the time gdjfgkjd

second, have a look at @suckishima’s gifset! It’s a really great demonstration/summary of how it was used throughout the Inarizaki vs Karasuno match

i want to start by mentioning that there’s a really interesting difference in how the banner was used in the manga vs in the anime. The anime often cuts to Inarizaki’s cheer section, which is seated directly above the banner so the banner’s presence was made known to us since the very beginning of the game. But, it wasn’t given significance until episode 22. From this moment onwards, we start to see it in a new light:

However, in the manga, the banner was completely absent until the very end of chapter 280. Inarizaki’s coach explains what it means, and Riseki, Inarizaki’s pinch server, looks at it himself, but the readers are held back from feeling its full effect:

The core of this chapter is an explanation of what the banner means for Inarizaki and the twins:

Considering Atsumu and Osamu’s plays in particular: they pull off the freak quick attack Hinata and Kageyama have been uniquely using this whole series. They pull off a “reverse” version where Osamu sets to Atsumu. The attack isn’t completely reliable (because they do it without having practiced it first), but they still try it again and again. There are a handful of times when Atsumu jumps in front of the receiver and sets on the first touch, catching even his own teammates off guard. Atsumu is able to make sets count off of poor receives in general. They are constantly doing the unexpected and challenging themselves, every step of the way.

Now that we understand their personal philosophy, we are finally allowed to see the entirety of the banner:

This banner is great because it’s not just a philosophy the team holds but -- circling back to what Riseki learned -- it’s a mentality that can be good to have, a reflection of task focus that has been emphasized all throughout the series. It’s impossible not to make any sort of mistake. You can reflect on the game after it’s over but in this moment, what you can do today is to focus on the next point. Karasuno is down on themselves because they fail to score a point off of Hinata’s receive, until Hinata tells them, “You’d better be watching when I do it again!”. They haven’t lost yet; there’s always a next time.

Next is a really interesting exchange between Kita and Daichi. Kita expresses a dislike of the banner because it doesn’t mesh well with his personal philosophy. He is a much more conservative player than those he watches over. He says after the game that he would prefer if the twins didn’t try out new things in a game without having practiced them first. He says, “The road that brought us here doesn’t just stretch out in front of us. Challenging yourself is one thing -- being reckless is another.” The twins try the reverse minus tempo quick again but miss, and Kita is right there to save the ball.

There’s another battle of concepts to challenge Kita’s outlook on what the banner means. Karasuno constantly does four- or five-man synchro attacks, making almost everyone a decoy in an attack and leaving next to no one to follow up on a potential block. Kita criticizes this as he sees Daichi make his approach among everyone else -- “In the Shiratorizawa game, they didn’t pass to the back row on this attack a single time ... we know you aren’t gonna get the ball, so what’s the point? Why abandon your post as backup to your teammates just to be a decoy?”

Kageyama sets the ball to Daichi, Daichi thinks, “I’m not just here to play defense and back up my teammates. All of us are on this court to score.” and his spike bounces off of Kita’s arms and into the Inarizaki banner.

It almost plays out like a conversation.

There’s another subtle yet deliberate use of the banner at the very end of the game: Tsukishima looks at it before his serve and smirks. Aran just barely receives it and thinks, “Where the heck did that come from?! That glasses kid has been all about the ‘just get it in’ serve until now!”

The banner is shown one more time with the last point, when the twins attempt a back row minus tempo quick set that they have never done before, and they are blocked by the players who are most familiar with it, who know perfectly well that the unexpected is not invincible.

Thematically the banner is a great fit with the motifs of food, hunger, and growth presented all throughout this match. I especially like how it plays into Kita’s monsters’ ball speech, referring to the Miya twins and Kageyama and Hinata, who have been paralleled to each other for the entire match.

On Hinata: “Even when you’re dead tired, even when everything hurts and you just want to stop ... The drive ... to take one more step forward.” and “He plays volleyball like I eat my food”.

and on Kageyama: “Who is this kid? Where’d sweet lil Mr. Goody Two-Shoes go? What happened in the few weeks since camp?”

While they have not directly been shown along with the banner like the Miyas, it’s a really nice underlying statement to their growth and to their character, as both the banner and the payoffs to their respective training camp arcs have been focused on in this match. They always look to run ahead and challenge themselves but there��s an importance in learning from their mistakes and keeping a balance.

When you consider it in the story overall, “WHO NEEDS MEMORIES” is one of the many expressions that reminds you not to dwell on mistakes or fall into regret, because yesterday is food that has all gone towards nourishing you and building up your muscle. What is important is not necessarily your past, but how you stand back up from a fall and what you decide to do today. There is always a new you to nurture.

#once again this has gotten so incredibly long i'm so sorry bdkkjgnnffb #janina reads hq!!#hq!!#inarizaki #karasuno #ask #anonymous #food becomes muscle

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thewakingcloak · 3 years

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March 2021

I'm back!!!

Oh man it feels good to be doing gamedev again (and actually enjoy it).

So first things first, we had a baby!

This lil guy is super cute and has made an awesome addition to our family. As you can probably guess, this is why I spent a few months not doing gamedev. Even when I had time, I didn't have the emotional or mental bandwidth to work on ProtoDungeon. And that's to be expected!

But there was another issue: a weird bridge bug. Essentially, you could walk under a bridge... and if you tried to walk on it, you’d fall through it. I could not figure this thing out. Collision was working, options were all set up correctly, etc. Every time I thought about working on my game, I knew this bug was facing me down and I’d have to address it. And I couldn’t get over the mental block.

So I took another tack (I make it sound like this was a choice, but it was more a compulsion): something I’d been thinking about for a while was learning 3D. I wanted to see if I could get some kind of fusion between 3D and pixel art. I won’t go into all that here, but I had a good time, and it really primed the creative pump. If you’re interested here’s my twitter thread, and here’s a thing I made:

At last, around mid-May I had worked up enough courage to finally address the bridge bug back in ProtoDungeon. My 3D journey not only got me some cool skills, but warmed me up. And also the more I thought about it, the more I was sure it was due to one particular piece of code: the edge slip.

This was here so you didn’t run into scenarios like this, where you're "floating" on the edge:

Basically it would slip you off the edge if you were that far over it. Makes sense, right?

Well, unfortunately, there are a LOT of weird edge cases (haha) where this is straight up broken. Like the bridge. The bridge was so narrow that it just always assumed you were on the edge, so it’d just push you off (rude). And there were plenty of places where you could fall off and just get horribly stuck.

And, sure enough, deleting that code made all of these things miraculously start working.

That felt really good. And even better, I felt like I could keep going! I decided to listen to something my instincts had been saying about the lv3 boots: the dash roll wasn’t working.

The lv3 boots, while equipped, would transform the roll into a dash, making it faster and giving you i-frames (invincibility).

This was fun, but it had problems. It wasn't intuitive or consistent with how the other items worked. I could've figured out a way to teach the player how to use it, probably, but it also wasn't particularly useful. It meant, first, I’d have to contrive some kind of environment mechanics to make the dash useful, and I don’t want to get too contrived. And second, it meant the standard roll was not actually very useful at all.

I brought this up on the Studio Spacefarer Discord server and after some discussion, I decided to go back to one of my very early ideas from years ago: adding a Pegasus Boots-style dash which the player uses by holding down the item button, “charging it up” via a jump and sprinting on hitting the ground. It sounds complicated, but it feels really good. No invincibility, just crazy speed. Then the roll could get the i-frames, making that more useful too. So behold, the new dash:

And, uh, yeah, this is SUPER fun. And while it’ll be useful in puzzles and stuff, it’s also a good way to just get around (as long as you don’t crash into anything... or maybe even if you do). The boots are all about travel and movement, and while a dash-roll could be included in that, I think a dash-sprint gives a lot more bang for your upgrade buck.

I’m happy to say I got a lot of other stuff done in March, even though I only worked about two weeks total. Here’s the full list...

Changelog:

Fixed some incorrect z-object cliff placement .

Added bridges that work with the new system (can go over/under them).

Fixed a bug that caused bridges to be submerged at the wrong level.

Things fixed by removing the edge-slip code.

Fixed coming out of the water onto a ramp.

Fixed umping up to a ramp.

Adjusted the ground logic to prevent getting stuck when falling down a ledge onto a ramp.

Completed moving the beach “down” on the z-axis to accommodate tide rising and falling.

Removed the old roll dash for the lv3 boots and replaced it with a sprint dash which can be “charged up” with a jump.

Added i-frames to the roll.

Force the switch to the “item get” state to prevent issues with sprinting and rolling into items.

Started testing various other previous bugs to see if they were resolved with the latest changes (a few are, so far!).

That’s all for this month. Thanks for reading!

#devlog #devblog #The Waking Cloak #ProtoDungeon #gamemaker #game development #pixel art

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gogtopia · 3 years

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after doomsday (~1.3k)

time traveller!Karl returns to the time he belongs in and is faced with the ruins of L’Manberg, having not been here since the day before the festival. (ft some karlnapity)

NOTE: this work takes place within the dream smp roleplay. i do not ship/write fic about the actual creators, only the characters they play

Karl’s breath returned to him all at once as he popped back into the correct place in time, book clutched to his chest. He still hadn’t been able to get used to this time travel thing super well and had been popping into the wrong time over and over. But he had gotten it right this time; he was sitting in Church Prime, after all.

He went to head home, back to L’Manberg, and he lost his breath all over again. Because what laid before him was not the home that he’d left behind. It wasn’t much of anything at all other than a seemingly bottomless pit with ash still floating in the wind. The obsidian structures in the sky painted a sinister picture. Whatever happened here, it wasn’t some random accident. It was an intentional attack on his home.

How long had he been gone? The last thing he remembered before traveling through time was working with Ranboo to fix up the country for the upcoming festival, an event designated to celebrate L’Manberg as a nation. When had all of that fallen apart?

Who had fallen with it?

Karl wasn’t sure exactly where to go at first. He didn’t know who would be left standing if anyone was at all. Maybe they’d be gathered back at Eret’s castle. But, then again, if L’Manberg had fallen victim to an attack like this, the Dream SMP as a nation was probably the most likely culprit. He didn’t want to walk directly into his own execution. He didn’t think that Eret would be so cruel but, given what had become of his home, he wasn’t sure what to think.

He made his way toward El Rapids instead. His other home, though they had never really gotten very far in building it. Sparing one more glance back to the crater where L’Manberg once stood, Karl smiled half-heartedly. At least, after all of this, his Pokimane statue still stood.

As he passed through Boomerville, he was astounded at how many things seemed the same. It was like L’Manberg had been wiped off the map and everything else had simply remained frozen in time. Had he somehow fucked up time with the book?

“Karl!” a voice called out.

He turned to see Lazar peeking his head out of his home. He looked old, but that wasn’t really unusual. The fact that he was alive at all was a good sign.

“What the honk happened?” he asked him.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” he replied with a shrug. “Vikk and I were out on a mining trip for two days and we come back and a whole bloody country is gone. I think H was there but he’s passed out in his place right now. Must have been some festival, I guess.”

Two days. That meant that he wasn’t so far off in time that everybody was gone. Unless… No. He didn’t want to think about that.

“Where is everybody?” he asked Lazar.

“No fucking clue,” he replied. “We didn’t get back that long ago. I assume they’re taking shelter in other places in the server or are off building places in the wilderness. I thought you’d know. Where have you been?”

He thought about the book in his hand and how the pages had been slowly filling. “It’s really hard to explain. But I think that I should go.”

Lazar followed his glance toward El Rapids. “Yeah, go on, mate. If nobody’s around, you’re free to sleep on my floor or something. Just don’t steal any more of my shit.”

“Thanks,” he said with an absent nod before continuing toward El Rapids.

For all that they’d done to secure the validity of El Rapids, it wasn’t much. It was a pretty small plot of land, though they claimed a few other spots to be part of the country proper, and only really consisted of two buildings: the pyramid and a smaller building that he still wasn’t sure the purpose of.

“Hello!” he called out absently as he got closer, hoping for a response and not expecting one at the same.

“Karl?” came Quackity’s voice in response and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“We’re in the pyramid,” Sapnap added.

They were here. They were safe, and they were here.

He ran into the pyramid, dodging the creepers and spiders that always seemed to reside inside, and made his way into the small redstone room in the center of it, where he found his fiances sitting together on the ground, covered in ash as they patched each other up.

Sapnap was scratched up but looked pretty okay overall. Quackity, however, didn’t seem to be doing as well, with bandages all over and haphazard stitches that were probably done by Sapnap on his forehead. He wasn’t in good shape and would probably have to pay Ponk a visit to get patched up in the morning, but there didn’t appear to be any immediate danger to his health.

He felt like an asshole, standing there without a scratch on him as the men he loved had clearly fought very hard in the past two days.

“Where were you?” Quackity asked and Karl braced for the impact of his yelling for missing out on whatever had happened.

“Were you safe?” he asked instead.

His shoulders relaxed. “Yeah, I was safe.”

“Wherever you were, you missed a lot,” Sapnap told him.

“George fucking missed it too,” Quackity complained. “We come back to Sapnap’s base for supplies afterward and he’s fucking sleeping. At least he didn’t get hurt, though. We came back here after so that you’d be able to find us.”

“Did something happen at the festival?” he asked.

Sapnap and Quackity shared a resigned glance.

“Look, L’Manberg is gone, that much is over. And as far as I know, everyone made it out,” Quackity told him. “I know what I think we should do going forward, even if everyone seems to have a different idea about how to approach it. Either way, the ash is still settling and for tonight, we can take a goddamn break.” “And what’ll we do tomorrow?”

“I have no fucking clue,” Quackity said with a shrug. “Regroup, I guess. All I know is that, in the end, we can’t let Dream continue doing this shit. We have to take him down.”

Karl turned his gaze to Sapnap, who he expected to push back against this point of view, even after everything that had happened between him and his friend.

But instead, a fire burned in his eyes. “He needs to know that he’s not invincible. The Dream that destroyed L’Manberg isn’t the guy I became best friends with ages ago or, fuck, maybe he was and I never saw it before. I’m not going to let the entire server suffer just because he used to care about me.”

“And what about George?”

Quackity let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. “George doesn’t give a shit about anything. He won’t fight for us, not about the serious stuff. But, at this point, he’s not about to fight for Dream either. I think I speak for the group when I say that we have his back, no matter what, but I don’t know if he has ours.”

“I think, if it came down to a choice between us and Dream, George would choose us,” Sapnap said quietly. “Dream hurt him too. But if he doesn’t want to fight, let’s not force him into the fray.”

“You’ll fight with us, right Karl?” Quackity asked.

And, well, Karl was never much of a fighter in any shape or form. He lacked the physical skill and training that Sapnap did and didn’t have a scrap of the political talent that Quackity was able to weaponize. In the end, Karl was just a guy, but he was a guy that knew who he cared about.

“I will,” he promised.

“So, are you gonna tell us what that book is about?” Quackity asked.

He smiled brightly. “Would it be okay if I told the two of you a story?”

The tension in the air dissipated ever so slightly as his fiances looked at him with soft smiles of adoration.

“Of course, Karl,” Sapnap said. “Tell us a story.”

#mcyt #dream smp #karl jacobs #karlnapity #my fic #welcometomyteddytalk #karl

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hqmoonsun · 4 years

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𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙮 ♡

genre: fluff

pairing: oikawa x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

“when you’re lonely, do you stare outside the window like i do?” the music from your earphones loudly booms against your ears as you quietly hum to yourself. the bus has stopped in front of tokyo’s volleyball gymnasium. the boy’s volleyball team are already running down the bus as they excitedly yell to power up the team.

you stand up from your seat, hands warm inside the pockets of your varsity jacket.

“are you excited for today, fellow captain?” kuroo says from behind you while nudging your shoulders a bit. you turn around to face him. “sure, i can’t help but feel nervous though since we’ve never played against seijoh,” you reply shrugging your shoulders, a way to show your cool and hide the anxiety. “well, goodluck!” he says, patting your back a few times before going ahead of you to catch up to kenma.

as expected, there are less spectators for the girl’s volleyball team. it always bothered you that the boy’s are the popular one when both teams have gone to nationals. the only advantage of having less people watching is that there’s less pressure.

“is everyone warmed up?” you ask, raising your voice for the whole team to hear. a loud reply of ‘yes’ echoes throughout the gym and the cheering team for your school took that as a sign to chant.

“nekoma is serving,” the referee announces between the team. you nod your head, your heart beating faster than it did once you’ve stepped inside the gym.

“nice serve!” the team cheers you on as you take a deep breath with the volleyball between your hands. like with every game, you’re nervous again. it’s your third year, yet nothing’s changed. you’re able to perform well during games, but perhaps it’s human nature to feel anxiety.

“now that i’ve changed i know that i’ll be better, better, this round,” you sing softly and in the quietest voice you could let out. this is the best way you could calm your nerves and every time, it’s proven itself useful.

the referee whistles, signaling you must serve now. you open your eyes and take another deep breath before tossing the ball upwards before hitting it with enough strength while jumping, a perfect way to earn the momentum to the benefit of your team.

25 - 18

the board score reads after the first set, which your team has taken. the chants from your school sounds more energized and pumped up for the next set.

‘i was so steady, on my feet but now i’m up in the air,’ a sweet, calm voice from your head pops up, startling you a little.

“you okay?” tsubaki, the team’s libero, pokes your shoulder.

“oh yea, just my soulmate singing,” you answer, giving her a reassuring smile.

“thats cool, i dont think my soulmate sings,” she jokes, playfully rolling her eyes.

“agh, well mine sings the same song over and over again,” you jokingly complain.

the referee whistles again, signaling that break is over. the second set starts.

you sigh, finding out you’re the first to serve again. you love serving, yes, and you’re known to have one of the best serves in the prefecture, but serving first never fails to be nerve-wracking. the fate of a good game depends on your hands, literally and figuratively.

just like before every serve you do, you close your again, focusing on taking deep breaths.

“we thought we were invincible,” you quietly sing for the thousandth time to yourself today.

the referee whistles once again, another signal for you to serve.

“nice serve!” aiko, one of the team’s wing spiker, cheers you on. the whole team and the cheerers from the bleachers follow.

you open your eyes, deeply inhaling and exhaling before doing a jump serve with your maximum strength, aim and control.

the other team couldn’t receive it, first point is yours. once again, you’ve gained the momentum.

27-25

the score board displays as you gaze at it, the team behind you celebrating. the team did it again, you won.

“we did it again!” tsubaki excitedly says, patting your back.

“gather up!” you announce to the team and they do so.

“good job, guys! we did it again, and let’s do it again!” you encourage, happiness overflowing through you.

after the match, everyone quickly rushes to the locker rooms to change as they fill the hallways with squeals of excitement.

apparently, the boys are playing a good, yet tough game at the other side of the gym, so what’s better than to check it out?

as soon as you stepped into the nekoma vs. seijoh match, the mood immediately shifted from a solemn to an intense one.

25-26 on the 2nd set. match point.

“who won the first set?” you ask tsubaki, who is already immersed into the game.

“us,” she quickly answers, her eyes not leaving the volleyball being played.

“good,” you huff. “we can take the win,” you confidently say to no one before plugging in your headphones.

“baby, you’re my kryptonite, im falling from the sky,” you sing quietly in your seat, paying little attention to the game before you.

you could hear the referee’s whistle through your headphones as tsubaki slumps down her seat, her face showing disappointment.

“did seijoh take this set?” you ask surprised, quickly getting up from your seat to examine the match closer. seijoh did take it. “who scored the winning point?” you turn to tsubaki, incredibly amazed at seijoh’s comeback.

“that guy, right there,” she points to an averaged height guy, his fluffy brown hair almost poking his eye. “the last point was his serve,” she continues, her tone matching that of admiration.

“a serve?” you shockingly ask, amazed and curious to what his serve is like.

“yes, it’s like he has full control over his body and strength,” she finishes, her tone of admiration not faltering even once.

you sink back into your chair. you plug your earphones out. the game definitely now has your attention.

26-24

the boys lost, yet none of their faces show anger, but instead astonishment. seijoh was amazing and that was one hell of a game.

‘i can’t deny, i’m falling for you,’ the same song you were listening to earlier plays in your head. your soulmate has just continued singing for you. they have great taste, after all.

“hey! you guys were amazing, i know you did your best,” the team catches up to the boys outside the gym.

“thank you, but really, we’re still surprised at how seijoh did that,” yamamoto wonders as he looks around for any seijoh members.

“their #1 is one hell of a server,” kenma comments, his eyes already glued at his ps4.

as the boys head for the lockers to change, the girls decide to make their way inside the bus. your earphones are plugged in again, your voice occasionally singing some of the words.

“what did you just sing?” a familiar voice from behind gasps.

you turn around, confused. seijoh’s #1 is looking at you, his eyes shaking in confusion.

“a song?” you reply, furrowing an eyebrow.

“we drive around town, you’re holding me now,” he randomly sings as he steps closer to you.

you’re about to tell him off to stop singing so loud when it hit you. he’s your soulmate. no one seems to be bothered by his loud singing, except for you. because not only can you hear him in front of you, but his voice also echoes inside your head.

you keep stepping back as he inches closer, until you’ve hit a wall. he finally stops walking, leaving a feet of distance between you.

your heart is pounding fast and you can’t seem to look at him in the eye, so you stare at the plain grey flooring you’re standing on.

your soulmate, you just found your friggin soulmate.

“i can’t deny, i’m falling for you,” he keeps going as he crouches down to connect his eyes with yours. “hi,” he cutely greets, followed by a soft smile.

“h-hi,” you mumble flustered.

“thank you, by the way,” he starts, earning a confused look from you. “you calmed me during the second set,” he adds, his smile gradually growing.

“how?” you ask, oblivious to the answer.

“your songs, duh,” he answers cheekily. “i’m oikawa, by the way,” he sticks out his hands, his pretty setter hands for you to shake.

“i’m y/n,” is all you could let out from surprise. you slowly take his hand, it’s soft and warm. you could hold it forever.

oikawa tilts his head to the side, his gaze still on you. “question,” he starts, his hands not letting go of yours.

“um, sure?” you reply. deep down, you’re glad he hasn’t let go of your hands.

“why’d you stop singing?” he asks, his lips forming a pout. your heart beats a little faster.

“um,” your words fall short. “i wanted to see you play,” you finally admit, your cheeks heating up and displaying a red, crimson hue.

“you’re cute,” oikawa giggles as he changes the positions of your hands to intertwine them.

‘i just found my soulmate,’ you think to yourself, feeling a rush of joy you’ve never felt before.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #hq oikawa #oikawa headcanons #oikawa scenarios #oikawa imagine #oikawa x fem!reader #oikawa fluff #aoba johsai #nekoma #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu au #haikyuu headcanons

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jhoudiey · 3 years

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Inspired by a convo in the writing server and by Mamo's salty Jade, I wrote some fluffy-ish Yoru and Floyd mountain "date" nonsense. No warnings except bad grammar.

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“Hey Fugu-chan do you wanna come fight a monster with me?” Floyd had pulled himself through Yoru’s window as usual to interrupt her studies.

“Floyd, it’s 1pm, don’t you have class?”

“Ehhh I don’t wanna go, its the same boring stuff every day anyway” He perched in her windowsill urging her to follow him.

“Where’s this monster?” She grinned and put her books down, Floyd had a point. Fighting was always more fun than studying.

“In the mines where we went camping! I wanna see if I can find another one!” he insistently waved for her to hurry up.

“Still mad you didn’t get to go all out last time, huh?” She stretched out her shoulders and joined him at the window.

“Mhmmm~ Now that I have my magical pen back I want to play some more ehe!” She laughed and hopped out the window behind him.

They landed at the mouth of the caves, Yoru letting him down from her talons before touching down on the ground beside him. He sprinted into the tunnels with a grin on his face, shouting for any monsters to show up to play. Yoru flew behind him trying to stifle her laughter, he looked like a kid on a sugar high.

“Eeeeehhhh Fugu-chan this is taking foreverrrrrrr” He whined after half an hour in the caves with no appearance of any monsters. “Can’t you use your magic and find one?” he begged. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“That's not how my magic works Floyd, I can only see through crows, not through rocks. I’m the only bird in these caves so unless there’s a hidden crows nest somewhere I can’t help”

“Huh? Then what good is your unique magic then?” he complained, crossing his arms

“Says the guy who can only deflect magic, wouldn’t stop me taking your head off-” They were interrupted by a low rumbling coming from the path behind them. They turned to the sound, another Overblot monster materializing from the darkness. Floyd cheered, happy that his foe had finally appeared.

“Awe maaaaaan, Floooooyd, you never said it was an overblot monster! I can’t fight this!” Yoru complained as the monster descended on them.

“Eeeh? Why not? This is fun!” Floyd danced out of the way of the monster, hitting it with some magic of his own to keep it away from them.

“I can’t do magic, remember? All I can do is see. My hands and feet won’t do shit to that thing” She pouted, sitting on the ground with a huff, resigned to watch Floyd fight it on his own. He was clearly enjoying himself, hitting it with spell after spell. Yoru watched on in envy, how amazing would it be to be able to do magic like that. She watched him dance around the monster, attacking with reckless abandon, his own unique magic deflecting the attacks thrown at him.

Yoru sighed resting with her head in her hands, eyes following the battle. Floyd really was incredible, so much so it pissed her off. He made it seem so effortless. Fire, grass, water, ice, wind, dark… every kind of magic she’d dreamed of having Floyd was throwing out without a care in the world, this level of effort was nothing to him, when she couldn't even change the colour of a single flower petal. After what seemed like hours the glass head on the monster cracked, it’s ink splashing to the ground. It roared and the walls around them shook.

“Hey Floyd, you should finish up, if this thing collapses the cave around us we’re screwed” she said flatly, watching small rocks fall from the ceiling.

“Okay Fugu-chaaaaan~ Let me show you my special move, just look at how amazing I am!” He unleashed his strongest attack yet, Yoru wasn’t able to conceal her admiration for him. Her jaw dropped.

“Holy shit… you’re actually incredible…” she muttered, more annoyed than ever at how talented he was. The monster crumbled before them, disappearing into ink and sinking back into the ground. Floyd cheered.

“Yaaaayyyy!! That was fun!” he looked exhausted. His hair was a mess and he drenched in sweat, but the grin he wore was one of the biggest Yoru had ever seen. It was quite cute. She nodded at him and held out her arm in case he needed to lean on her, she wasn’t sure how he was still standing after expending so much magic in such a short time. He stretched his arms behind his head, not needing her assistance.

“We should have a fire too! Come on Fugu-chan!” He grabbed her hand and ran from the cave, staggering when they got outside and saw that the sun had already begun to set. “Uwaaahhh I’m tired all of a sudden, carry me Fugu-chan” She laughed. It seemed Floyd wasn’t invincible after all.

She flew to the shore of the lake, setting him down near an old decaying log. Somewhere along their flight he’d fallen asleep. She set to work gathering firewood, setting the wood in a way that would be easy to ignite once he woke up. When that was ready she wandered over to the lake to grab some fish, no sense not eating while they were out. They didn’t have any spices, but grilled fish was simple enough and delicious on it’s own. She wasn’t as proficient as catching fish with her bare hands as Floyd, but it still didn’t take her long before she’d caught half a dozen and brought them back to their impromptu base camp. The sun had fully set by the time she’d gotten the fish onto their skewers and shook Floyd awake so he could start the fire.

“Hmmm? When did I fall asleep?” He whined, confused by his surroundings

“When we were flying over here, you went limp almost immediately after we took off, I almost dropped you” Yoru grinned at him “Now can you get the fire going, I’m starving.” He nodded, using his magic to light the fire as she arranged the fish around it to cook.

“Wait, lemme see your pen” She said suddenly, able to see the once white gem clouded over with black ink in the firelight. She grabbed at it but he snatched it out of reach and shoved it back into his pocket. “Floyd, let me see it” Yoru growled at him, he pouted and handed it to her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from her if she fought him for it.

“Floyd… that’s a lot of blot… you need to be more careful. If you overblotted I’d have you kill you, I wouldn't be able to stop you with magic”

“Haaaah like you could, you saw how strong I am! Ahaha! What do you know about overblotting anyway, you can barely do magic!” He argued, turning the fish to roast their other sides.

“Hmmm? Didn’t I tell you? I overblotted once as a kid. It sucked”

“As a kid? Did you have magic when you were younger? What happened to it ehe~” He raised an eyebrow at her, curious at how she had lost her magic. She snorted

“No. I got my unique magic really young but I didn’t know what it was so I used it all the time since I didn’t know any better. Dad found me screaming in bed, said I had all these shadowy birds walking over and pecking at me, he still talks about it like it’s the worst thing he’s ever seen.” She rolled her eyes, thinking about Crowley's overly theatrical reactions to the lamest things.

Floyd cringed away from her, throwing his hands up. “Eugh that sounds so gross!” He sat forward again with a smile “But it’s funny knowing even without a lot of magic you can overblot”

“Yea, really funny” She glared at him. “How are you not ranked higher at school though? You’re so amazing it pisses me off”. He smirked at her

“Doing everything I’m supposed to is boring so I just do whatever I want and fail sometimes cause I don’t feel like doing it” He grabbed one of the fish, happily biting into it.

“That must be nice. I wish I could say I’m not jealous of your talent” She bit into her own fish, chewing it more fiercely than was necessary.

“Hmmmm why are you jealous though? You’re really smart too, Fugu-chan” He smiled and chowed down, very much enjoying his meal. Yoru groaned, she wasn't used to compliments.

“...Thanks. ...By the way, didn’t Jade say he wanted to come out here with you next time? Isn’t he going to be mad we came without him?” Floyd's eyes grew wide before settling back to normal

“Eeeehhhh probably, but I wanted to find that monster and Jade wouldn't come with me so it’s his fault anyway” he shrugged, carefully selecting his last fish.

“Maybe he won’t be that mad, it’s not like we really did much mountaineering up here anyway” Yoru shrugged, finishing her meal and throwing sand on the fire. “We should get back though, unlike you, I do have some homework I need to hand in because I’m not allowed to fail”

They landed back in the mirror chamber full of fish and tired from adventure.

“Hey, next time you find a monster make sure it's one I can fight too. I can’t help but want to show off what I can do without magic”

“Kaaaaay~!” Floyd sang, hopping through the mirror that would take him back to Octavinelle.

“Ahh Floyd, you’re back late, did you enjoy your date? You missed dinner, Azul was worried sick about you” Jade smirked at him from across their bedroom. Floyd flopped into his bed, exhausted. Fugu-chan was right, he’d used too much magic today and was still tired despite his earlier nap.

“Aha! Azul wouldn’t worry about something thing like that, besides he would have been mad at me for going to fight a monster and getting my uniform all dirty”

“Oya? A monster? You never mentioned there was a monster on campus” Jade chuckled

“Ehhhh? It wasn’t on campus, me and Fugu-chan went back to Mount Dwarf to fight with the overblot monster in the caves! It was really fun!” Jade slowly turned to glare at Floyd.

“Floyd… you returned to the mountains once again without me” He exhaled dramatically. “You found yourself a girlfriend and completely forgot about little old me, all alone and mountainless” He let out an exaggerated sigh “I can’t believe my own twin would discard me so carelessly, how cruel” Floyd sat up in bed, a frown painted on his face.

“haaaaaaaaahhhh you said you didn’t want to come! You can’t complain about it now”

“Perhaps it is for the best, I wouldn’t want to be a third-wheel after all... I’ll just make you come with me next time I go...” he muttered to himself under his breath

“Ehhh what are you even talking about Jade?” Floyd laid back down and stretched out into his blankets.

“While crashing a date seems like it would be a lot of fun, I don’t believe Yoru-san is very fond of me, and she does have a habit of getting violent when she’s angry. I wouldn’t care to be on the receiving end of those talons.”

“It wasn’t even a date” he complained, rolling away to face the wall. He hadn’t told Jade about his failed confession at Vargas’s weekend camp so the insinuations he and Yoru were dating stung. “...and she’s not even my girlfriend” he muttered into his pillow.

“Fufufu not yet” Jade chuckled to himself as Floyd started snoring.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #yoru crowley #floyd leech #jade leech #twst #twst fic #twisted wonderland #dumb and dumber

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memxntomxri · 3 years

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𝒫𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ʜᴏᴍᴇ

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - past!sawamura daichi x sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi x kuroo tetsurou

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - and now, in the aftermath, all koushi can smell is poppies and peonies, drowning him in their scent

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.1k

𝘵𝘸 - major character de@th, implied h0mophobia, hanahaki disease, no happy ending, break-up, sam misusing taylor swift songs, so much angst

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of a lot of inspiration screaming in a Discord server. thanks emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3), lou (LouEve_094 on ao3) and lena 🤍 also like alskejfljlvkjlkwejkj taylor and daisuga angst together???

also daichi is horrible here but he isn't actually like that istg. i just needed him to be asshole-ish for maximum angst purposes. the timeline's also weird af but i gave up halfway through trying to make it logical lol.

song lyrics credit to august by our queen taylor swift!

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

salt air and the rust on your door

I never needed anything more

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have seen the signs.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

When they met in first year, the first thing that Koushi had noticed had been Daichi's warm smile. It was reassuring and steadfast, like someone reaching out and telling Koushi "I'm here." And when they stood together on court, Koushi felt invincible, because Daichi was there, a silent pillar that pushed him up, up, upwards.

It was all too easy to fall. Daichi was reassuring, always there, attractive, kind, and before Koushi knew it, he was in love.

He kept it to himself at first, of course. Koushi didn't even know if Daichi swung his way. And, well, he was just... scared. Scared to lose the friendship they had built. Scared to lose their dynamic on the court. Scared to, ultimately, lose Daichi.

whispers of "are you sure?"

"never have i ever before"

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have never dived off that cliff.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

During summer break in their third year, after they had beat Shiratorizawa and were preparing to go to Nationals, Koushi dropped by Daichi's house often. It was natural, of course. They were "best friends", after all, even though one was hopelessly in love with the other.

Longing stares became lingering touches became staying over became-

"I really like you, Daichi."

"Mmhm."

A soft, tentative kiss.

"Are you sure about this, Suga?"

"Yes, Daichi. Stop being such a worrywart."

Foreheads pressed together.

"I'm sure about you."

Soft, soft enough that Koushi's ears don't pick up on it, "But I'm not sure about you."

but I can see us lost in the memory

august slipped away into a moment in time

'cause it was never mine

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have let go.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

They were happy together. It was like being best friends, but with kisses and cuddles and more. Koushi didn't know when he had ever been this happy. The memories were like gilded gold to him, things he never wanted to let go of. He was giddy every time he remembered that Daichi's soft smiles, fond in their demeanor, were for him.

Even if his eyes were a little distant at times.

and I can see us twisted in bedsheets

august sipped away like a bottle of wine

'cause you were never mine

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have known better.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

One night, when they were curled up together in Daichi's bedroom, AC whirring and a few cans of cheap beer left forgotten and discarded by Daichi's bed, sated and content, Koushi's tongue slipped.

"I love you, Daichi."

A sleepy murmur.

He didn't feel the man against his back stiffening.

"O-Oh, okay, Suga."

Even after all that they had done, he was still Suga, never Koushi.

Daichi was probably just shy.

If he had known that this would be the beginning of the end, Koushi would have never let himself be so careless.

your back, beneath the sun

wishing I could write my name on it

will you call when you’re back at school?

I remember thinking I had you

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have been more careful.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

When they returned to school, Daichi acted like everything was like it had been before summer break. Koushi was confused, but it was surely only Daichi trying to protect them. They still lived in the Japanese countryside, after all.

And it wasn’t as if Daichi stopped seeing him or anything! It was just… less time together. But they were third years trying to win Nationals, it was natural for this to happen.

but I can see us lost in the memory

august slipped away into a moment in time

‘cause it was never mine

and I can see us twisted in bedsheets

august sipped away like a bottle of wine

‘cause you were never mine

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have stood up for himself.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Quick makeout sessions in the clubroom, some heavy petting, a brush of pinkies against each other in the hallway - that was all that Koushi had left of the Daichi he had known in the summer.

A soft smile.

Undivided attention.

A warm embrace.

Oh, how he longed for them now.

back when we were still changing for the better

wanting was enough

for me it was enough

to live for the hope of it all

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have run.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Daichi was pulling away, but Koushi convinced himself that he wasn't. Sure, in the deepest, darkest parts of him, he knew that he was losing the dark-haired man, but Koushi forced himself to stay in the moment. Daichi was probably just stressed out from studying and the responsibility of being a captain, right?

After all, Koushi loved Daichi, and Daichi… well, even if Daichi didn’t exactly love him yet, he still cared for him. Deeply.

Right?

cancel plans just in case you’d call

and say “meet me behind the mall”

so much for summer love and saying “us”

‘cause you weren’t mine to lose

you weren’t mine to lose

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have seen the warning signs.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Koushi sat on the bench, fingers anxiously drumming on his thigh. He was in the park behind the mall they went to every Saturday together to get food and window shop. (Well, Koushi shopped, Daichi gave opinions.) Where was Daichi? Koushi had flaked on a family outing with his cousins who were visiting from Kanto so that they could spend time together, but Daichi was nowhere to be found.

Koushi checked his phone again. It was already 1PM, and his last sent text, left on read at 11:30AM, glared back at him.

Slowly, Koushi picked himself up from his seat. It was fine, something had probably just come up.

Three hours later, his phone pinged. Koushi lunged for the device, nearly knocking his desk lamp over.

Daichi 💗: hey suga, sorry for not making it.

No explanation, just a halfhearted apology.

Koushi set his phone back down.

but I can see us lost in the memory

august slipped away into a moment in time

‘cause it was never mine

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have never left his house that day.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Koushi skipped up Daichi’s driveway, intent on spending some time with him that afternoon. He knocked twice, face lighting up when Daichi opened the door, looking adorable in his casual clothes.

“O-oh, uh, Suga - what do you need?” He seemed nervous.

Koushi frowned. “Daichi, I sent you a text half an hour ago saying I was coming over. Did you not get it?”

“Oh, yeah - I-” Daichi mumbled.

Someone came up behind him, slinging an arm over his shoulders. It was the rooster-headed captain from Nekoma. Koushi’s frown deepened. Why was he here and why was he touching Daichi like that?

“Oh! Vice captain-san! Daichi didn’t mention you would be coming over!” he greeted.

Koushi’s heart stuttered. Of course. It all made sense. The stares that went on for a little too long, the lingering handshakes, the too-friendly competition. The only thing he was still confused about was where he fit into the entire thing. He bowed stiffly. “Kuroo-san. Um, Daichi…” he turned to him. “Can I talk with you for a bit?”

Daichi nodded, and he turned to Kuroo. “Just keep playing the movie, I’ll be back soon.”

He followed Koushi down the road, silence falling between the two who had always had something to laugh about together.

Koushi licked his lips nervously. “D-Did we ever mean anything?” he asked softly.

Daichi sighed. “We never were something, Suga.”

“W-what?” Koushi couldn’t find it himself to say anything else.

Daichi exhaled, long and low. “Suga, we were a fun distraction,” hairline fractures in his heart, “for a bit, but it was never something serious.”

Chips began flaking off.

“B-but I love you!” Emphatic and frantic, trying to make Daichi understand.

Another sigh, this one a little frustrated. “I don’t know what this is, but it isn’t love, Suga. You need to open your eyes.”

Koushi stopped in the middle of the road.

“So this is it, huh?” he said, his heart finally breaking into shattered fragments.

“Yeah. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” and with that, Daichi walked away.

The flowers came that night, red and pink, like the blood that stained them.

and I can see us twisted in bedsheets

august sipped away like a bottle of wine

‘cause you were never mine

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi should have guarded his heart better.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Koushi deteriorated fast.

Within a week, he could no longer play volleyball.

Within two, his mother had found out.

Within two and a half, he had refused the surgery, a legal adult now.

Koushi would not lose his ability to love, even if it killed him.

Within a month, he was in the hospital.

but do you remember?

remember when I pulled up and said "get in the car"

and then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?

back when I was living for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all

"meet me behind the mall"

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi’s last days were placid.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

The memories were painful to look back on, of course. But at the same time, Koushi recalled their moments together fondly. Even if it had ended in an inferno with his heart as collateral damage, his time with Daichi had also been the warmest sunlight.

He knew he was going to die. Everyone around him was confused as to why he didn’t just let them cut out the roots in his lungs, and along with them his ability to love, but they didn’t know what it felt like to be in love, rushing down the path, breathless, overjoyed, free.

Koushi would die before he let that feeling slip away from him, bittersweet as it was.

His flowers were poppies and peonies. Death, love and honor, he mused. Fitting, for his and Daichi’s story. Death was imminent, love was unrequited, and Daichi had turned out to be a man of dishonor, abandoning him.

Koushi supposed that Daichi would get what he “deserved” one day, too, even though his heart hurt for the man, still caring about the brunette even though he had stomped on his heart. He’d noticed how Kuroo looked at Nekoma’s setter, and he knew that like him, Daichi would only ever be a replacement.

It was heartbreakingly intriguing how fate came around back to itself.

remember when I pulled up and said "get in the car"

and then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?

back when I was living for the hope of it all

for the hope of it all

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi still had something to say.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was interrupted as the sound of the opening of his hospital door filled the room.

Daichi stepped through, and the fragments of Koushi’s heart skipped a little.

“Suga.” he greeted, seemingly uncomfortable. After all, what were you supposed to say to your ex-nothing who you were currently killing slowly, even if it was involuntary?

“Daichi.”

“U-um… How have you been?” he asked.

“As well as can be expected, I suppose.” Koushi replied wearily. Breathing had become a labor in and of itself, and he was having oxygen pumped into his failing lungs. “Why are you here?” he deadpanned.

Daichi at least had the wherewithal to look ashamed. “I came to apologize. I did you wrong, Suga. Please just get the surgery. You’re still my best friend-”

“Stop.” Koushi held a hand up weakly. “You broke my heart, Daichi. These are the consequences, and I’m not going to forgive you just to assuage your guilt. You can’t expect sorry to fix everything.” Daichi’s face revealed a storm of emotions.

Koushi sighed. “Please just go…” he mumbled quietly.

Daichi nodded, and as fast as he had arrived, he was gone.

Those were the last words Koushi ever spoke to anyone.

for the hope of it all,

for the hope of it all

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Looking back, Koushi was at peace.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

“Sugawara Koushi, age 18, died of suffocation from roots in his lungs on August 13th, 2012 at 22:08. The cause of death was Hanahaki disease, and it seems like his affliction was sped along by a visitation by its subject, and Sugawara-san was struck with a violent attack. Resuscitation efforts were unsuccessful.”

- Excerpt from the notes of Dr. Hayato Ayame

Finally, in death, Koushi was letting go.

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kawanisshi · 4 years

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changing of the seasons;

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader (ft. oikawa as your lovely ex boyfriend)

genre: hanahaki au, angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: blood, vomit

a/n: this is for the cheese cult’s hanahaki event, i am so nervous to publish this since it’s my first fic but i hope you all enjoy! heart goes out to @shishinoya and @cupofkenma for beta-ing, thank you so much <33 also thank you to @akaashichigo for creating the discord server, allowing me to meet amazing creators and inspiring me to write, you have no idea how much this server means to me!!

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

And then it came. The first bloom.

Cut to you being seventeen, in love, your heart and soul soaring through the skies with nothing bringing you down. You were unstoppable, reckless, invincible. When you were with him - with Tooru - you could shake away every pretense you put on and show yourself in your most vulnerable state. You could shed the rough and weary skin you wore and reveal the skeleton underneath. You allowed yourself to be raw, to be real.

“I need to go,” your breath hitches as you step away from him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t try to stop you.

How long would it take until you could do that again? Feel like that again? With someone else? You were Icarus, high on adrenaline and confidence, never looking back. He was the devil, always playing with fire, so you joined him, thinking he would never burn you.

Turn left at the end of this street, then straight down. A right turn here. Left, right, then left again. Keeping your mind preoccupied with directions is the most you can do to keep yourself distracted. You have no idea where your destination is; you just knew you needed to get as far away as possible.

You trusted the world too much. You didn’t expect it to come crashing down, and when it did, every fiber of your being shattered along with it.

Doubled over next to a lamp post, you feel anxiety and uncertainty nestling in the corners of your lungs. Or was that something else? You cough. A tickle at the back of your throat. Are you still in love with him? You cough again, bringing a hand to your mouth. An answer. A reassurance of the worst form unfurls in the palm of your hand, in the form of a white petal.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention, and you frantically look up from your pathetic position, only to be met with familiar eyes.

“Hey, you okay? I saw you from down the street and I–” His gaze is soft, laced with concern.

“Iwaizumi, I–” you desperately search your brain for a reply, choking back tears and blood, “Tooru– he–”

“I know.”

His gaze trails down to the petal you held in your hand, dotted with flecks of red, and he swallows. He knows.

Silence settles between the two of you before he crouches down next to you and sighs, eyes level with yours.

“This won’t do,” he quips, the resolve clear in his voice, “C’mon, let’s get your mind off of things.”

“Where are we going?” you croak, surprised by the sudden suggestion.

“Cinema.”

“We’re watching a film?”

“No, shitsponge, we’re going for a swim,” he rolls his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

Iwaizumi was always like that. You two had been good friends since before you and Oikawa were romantically involved, and you’d learned to count on him in the worst situations. You stand and nod, half a mind set on moving on, and the other half transfixed on the white petal that emerged from your lungs.

--- ii.

Iwaizumi walks you back from the cinema, the pair of you chatting animatedly. Your heartbreak is almost forgotten, but all it takes is one memory, one familiar sight, to shatter the illusion. Your footsteps come to a halt as you spot the swingset where you shared your first kiss. It was the beginning of what you thought would’ve been forever.

It all comes crashing down. You miss him. Suddenly, all of the memories are being thrown your way like punches, bruising your whole body.

Holding hands in his pocket. Him always being the one to lean in first. You on the edge of your toes. Him meeting you halfway. His hands on your jaw, soft, gentle. Your face buried in the arch of his back. Fingers tracing shapes on arms. Whispering ‘I love you’ when you thought he was asleep. Him squeezing you because he wasn’t, wordlessly letting you know that he loved you too. Love as the underlying constant, the unrelenting heartbeat underneath your every action. He was the voice of an angel, a dream, whispering ‘I love you so much’ in between desperate kisses. How could that same voice tell you he didn’t care about you anymore? How could that voice, the one that once called itself a life jacket, be the same one with a tight chokehold on your throat, stopping you from breathing?

Next thing you know, you’re on your knees, asphalt and tar setting your skin on fire. That was nothing, though, compared to the ache clawing at your lungs. Pain and anguish materialised in your chest, and you hacked and coughed and heaved to try and get rid of it.

The petals are the first to come out: sloppy, limp, and clinging to the surface of your tongue. You spit them out, disgusted by the sight. Then, you feel something significantly larger pushing up and out of your trachea. You cannot breathe and your chest feels as though it’s about to explode.

Tears were freely falling now, the caverns of your eyes flowing out into waterfalls. You reach inside your mouth with your fingers and pull, your body numb to the pain. You retch at the sensation crawling up your throat, and almost pass out when you finally recover the flower, stem and all. You toss it aside.

All the strength in your body dissipates upon registering the scene in front of you, blood and petals and saliva intermingling to form a beautiful crime scene, the kind of stuff poets write about. But this isn’t a poem. You feel filthy and pathetic and tired, and you just want to collapse.

“Hey- hey, look at me. Look at me,” he crouches down and holds your face in his hands, “you’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.” You were so absorbed in yourself that you almost forgot he was there. He wipes at your tears with his thumb, and you lean into his touch. His hands aren’t the ones you were used to; they are rougher, more calloused, but they are warm.

And for now, they are enough.

--- iii.

“I should get the surgery,” a statement. You weren’t asking for his opinion, but he gives it anyway.

“Don’t,” his tone is sharp, “you shouldn’t. It… it’s risky.” Iwaizumi looks up from his textbook and fiddles with the pen in this hand. He turns and looks at the vase of lilies sitting on your windowsill. “Plus… the flowers, I think they’re nice. They’re proof that you’re human, that you can love.”

You almost laugh. He has taken a liking to taking care of the full blooms ejected from your mouth, coming over a few times a week to water the flowers. You secretly despise the sight of them, but you let him indulge himself. It was the least you could do, after how much he’d helped you.

“I never would have pegged you for a romantic, Iwa,” you tease.

He throws his pen at you and huffs. You dodge. An exasperated groan escapes his lips before he places his head on your desk, indicating that he was done with studying.

You could still taste that pungent fragrance on your tongue. God, you hated lilies.

In reality, you appreciated his presence, a lot more than you let on. You think of the many times he’s been there for you since the breakup. Suddenly you were in your bathroom at 2am, throwing up poison and acid, him holding your knotted hair, a steady hand on your back. He was always there; calm, unwavering, an anchor. The rhythmic heartbeat in his chest when you were crying against it for no apparent reason. The warm hands enveloped around your trembling ones, keeping you steady as you walked home from the cinema. Him, stable and unmoving when you were a hurricane, a blizzard, a storm.

“Hey,” you speak up, “uh, I never did say thank you. So… thanks. For being here. It means a lot.”

He picks his head up and looks at you before turning back around, scowling. He places his head back on your desk.

“Don’t mention it, dumbass.”

You think you notice a slight flush on his cheeks.

--- iv.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, handing you a cup of coffee. “Your, uh,” he gestures at his chest area, “lungs still at it?”

You scoff. He asks this every other day, even though he knows the answer won’t change.

“Yes,” you answer. “They are, but..” you hesitate. Should you tell him? You think you’re getting better. The flowers aren’t lilies anymore. They are honey coloured now, and taste like spring. He will be pleased, but you don’t want to give him good news in case your condition worsens again.

“But what?”

“Nothing,” you reply. He shoots you a stern look, but doesn’t question it any further. As you walk to campus, you notice how the morning sun washes his eyes in warm hazel, flecks of gold dancing amidst an olive backdrop. You sip your coffee and think of how the scent wafting into your nostrils reminds you of his skin, of molten caramel and honey. A breeze passes; it’s chilly, a hint at autumn’s arrival. He shivers and turns towards you, and you notice the violets growing in the expanse beneath his eyes. You frown. Has he been worrying?

“My lecture hall’s this way,” he says, pointing at the building to your left, “I’ll see you later-”

“They’re buttercups,” you blurt out. “The, uh, flowers. I didn’t know whether I should tell you. They’re buttercups now, I don’t really know what this means but, maybe I’m one step closer to getting over him? They’re smaller, so, I guess I’m doing better.”

He gives you a smile, and his eyes soften. You think about the coffee he bought you, and how the warmth radiated by the coffee cup in your hands was the same warmth you felt from his gaze.

“I’m glad,” he says, and you wave him goodbye. I’m glad too, you think. I hope this stops soon.

You hope, sincerely, that one day, he will ask that same question he asks every other day, and you’ll be able to give him an answer that he isn’t used to.

--- v.

The flowers do not stop blooming, but the attacks aren’t as relentless anymore.

A sharp pain in your throat jolts you awake, and you sit up, picking up the bowl you kept next to your bed. Your mind is still foggy from the remnants of sleep, but your body moves by itself. This was routine by now.

Iwaizumi stirs from his position at your desk, picking his head up and turning around to look at you. You glance at the clock beside you, and begin to apologise for waking him up when a coughing fit seizes you. He sighs, and moves to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing circles on your back.

“You really-” you’re interrupted by a cough, “should stop staying over and falling asleep at my desk.” He leans down and picks up stray petals off the floor, placing them into the bowl before taking it from your hands and putting it back on your nightstand. He doesn’t reply, choosing instead to place a hand at the crook of your neck, brushing his thumb over your collarbone. His expression is unreadable.

You continue. “It’s not-” another cough, “it’s not good for your sleep. I can tell. You’ve got these really dark circles now, and-”

“You know-- you can let go. You can learn to love again. Find someone new,” his breath ghosts over your skin. Your mind swirls amongst the clouds, dew drops trickling through your veins. The moon casts a pearlescent halo around his figure, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

“Like who?” you whisper back, voice trembling. Your eyes are drawn to his, but he’s looking somewhere else. His gaze flickers up to meet your own, before trailing down, back towards your lips.

And with that, he closes the gap between you.

You feel your chest swell, but it wasn’t the kind you had grown used to. The literal kind that tore your lungs apart, ripping into your heart and leaving nothing but blood and fire in its wake. No, this time you felt it bloom in the metaphorical sense. This time, it was a wash of sunlight: slow, warm, inviting.

There is a burst of heat, and you feel your chest expand. Your next breath comes slower, deeper than you’re used to, and you catch the faint smell of ashes on your tongue. As if the overgrowth in your lungs had crumbled to dust. As if spring had finally come to an end.

You can let go, he’d said, you can learn to love someone else.

And as you feel his lips part against yours, you thought to yourself, perhaps I already have.

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years

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TMNT 2014/2016 Donatello x Reader- Extra

“Donnie you girlfriend’s here!” Raph’s yell echoed throughout the lair, and you were sure you could feel Donatello blushing from all the way across the room. You punched Raph’s arm playfully as you moved past him, and he just smiled at you. Donatello who was typing on the computers halted, turning and looking you over nervously.

“H-Hey (Y/N). “ Even though the both of you had been dating for weeks now, and he was still shy when talking with you. Or interacting in general. You didn’t mind though, you’d get him out of his shell soon enough. (Pun unintended).

You sat down next to him, watching as he went back to work. He was unplugging a few of the wires and adjusting them. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Are you rearranging the system?” He nodded.

“Just a small modification. Mickey wrecked the main servers again with hot cheese.” you snickered.

“Hey brah, no one told me they weren’t cheese proof!” Laughing, you shifted to help him. You had a pretty good idea on how he set up the systems. It would go by much faster with the both of you working on it. Donnie glanced at you for a second, and you hadn’t even noticed. He was still lost on how he’d gotten someone like you to fall for him.

He’d always been a person of logic. There was an explanation and a reason behind every issue. Most problems could be solved. Yet, the mystery that was you, it was the first time he didn’t have an explanation. His eyes drifted when he realized you clicked on a music player. It was a random radio station. You turned grinning at him.

“Some music to help us.” you said. And just like that you were back at it. The music filtered through softly. And you found yourself humming to the lyrics you had no idea you even knew. It was a soft melody. And strangely, it made you think of Donatello.

Something about you

It's like a addiction

Hit me with your best shot honey

I've got no reason to doubt you

'Cause some things hurt

And you're my only virtue

And I'm virtually yours

He listened to the words, eyes now completely focused on you. Your eyes looked so bright as you rocked your head to the slow beat. You weren’t even doing much, but when he looked at you all he could think was..

“Beautiful..”

And you keep coming back, coming back again

Keep running round, running round, running round my head

And there's certain things that I adore

And there's certain things that I ignore

But I'm certain that I'm yours

Certain that I'm yours

The song was speaking to you on a deeper level. The more you listened, the harder it was for you to stay on task. You licked your lips, swallowing, because maybe it was just you, but the room felt a bit hotter now.

There's something about you

It's when you get angry

Hold me, I saw mercy

And you're like a shoulder to turn to

If some things burn that's when we're hanging on for this life

We held on so tight

And you keep coming back, coming back again

Keep running round, running round, running round my head

You fiddle with the cord in your hand for a few seconds. Usually it never took you so long to find the correct jack. So why was it suddenly difficult for you to think. You wanted to steal a look in Donnie's direction to see his progress.

“Who am I kidding, I just want an excuse to look at him.” It was true and you knew it. When you finally convinced yourself to look, his eyes were already on you. Your heart gave a quick beat, and in a matter of seconds, the items in your hands were completely forgotten.

And there's certain things that I adore

And there's certain things that I ignore

But I'm certain that I'm yours

Certain that I'm yours (I adore you)

I adore you, I adore you

Certain that I'm yours

Your hands slid over the table, finding their way into Donnie’s. He closed his fingers over your palm, and you felt yourself moving on its own, getting closer to him. Your mouth opened slightly, ready to feel the softness of his lips. The taste of his tongue. The firmness of his biceps. The-

“No kissing in front of us bro!!” Mikey’s voice broke your little moment, and Donnie pulled away so quickly he fell out of his chair. He landed on his back, scrambling to gather himself from the very ungraceful fall. Your cheeks flushed. “I completely forgot they were there.”

Damn Mikey, it was going to be difficult trying to get a kiss from Donnie now. Poor guy ran off mumbling something about getting more data cables. You sighed, placing your chin in your palm, watching him basically sprint away. Leonardo passed by, giving you a look.

“I’m disappointed in you (Y/N), taking advantage of Donnie like that.” He was smiling as he said it and you laughed, chugging an empty soda can from the table at him.

“Oh hush!”

~~~~

Resetting the networks didn’t take that long, and when you were done you just chilled at the lair. They all just went about their day as normal. There was practice, then pizza then some more fighting, a lot more pizza. Sometimes you wondered if they were addicted to pizza. The day was coming to an end, and you knew what that meant. Pretty soon the turtles would be out on patrol. You headed to Donnie’s room to gather your stuff. Picking up your jacket, you were about to meet up so you could head with them to the surface. As you were turning to leave Donnie walked in. You smiled. “Be careful out there. I know you guys are ninja turtles and all but that doesn’t make you invincible. “

“I know, we will.” They kind of were invincible. Not because of the mutagen, but because they had each other. Whenever they fought you saw it. The unity. There was nothing stronger than their bond as brothers, even if they fought on the daily.

Donnie was just standing there staring off into space. For a second you thought maybe you forgot something. When you looked over at the bed, you saw the goggles he usually had on.

“Oh, you came for this.” you were about to pick it up and hand it to him.

“I’m sorry.” You stopped looking at him confused. “W-What? Why are you apologizing?”

He scratched his neck. “I always make things really awkward when I’m around you. Earlier I..I really wanted to kiss you. Sorry if Mikey made you uncomfortable.” you shook your head. Did he really think you would be mad for something like that.

“Donnie come on we both know that Mikey lives to embarrass you. And you never have to apologize. If anything I should apologize. I know it’s a bit hard for you. You’re shy, but it’s cute. You don’t have to force yourself. I’m willing to go whatever pace you're comfortable with.”

He was looking at you, processing your words. He was happy you understood that it wasn’t always easy for him to display how he felt. But he really hoped he could be bold. Just for you.

“Maybe I should just go for it..” he couldn’t see the harm in trying.

Your brows knitted when you saw his posture change. He looked a bit more sure of himself. Sort of the way he was when stating facts, or battling enemies.

“Would you..prefer it if I were more forward. “

“What…” it took you awhile to realize he was walking you backwards. You finally made contact with the wall. And the way that he was looking at you, it was really causing tingles to run through your body.

“Donnie…” He leaned down, silencing your words, and you leaned in, pulling in a sharp breath through your nose at the sudden kiss. You were trapped between his body and the wall. And you were perfectly fine with that. His finger ran over the side of your neck, and you could feel goosebumps follow as he trailed down your shoulder, over your collar bone. His hand didn’t move any further. After a few more seconds of slow sensual kisses, Donnie pulled back. His breathing was slightly labored. Your brain was still trying to catch up with what happened, because those kisses left you partially speechless.

“Wow…” you muttered. You were usually the one to initiate kisses. Due to his shy nature, you sort of got used to being the one making the move. Watching him take the lead, it was incredibly sexy.

“Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.”

Boy were you wrong. He picked you up this time, arm hooking under your knees and you squeaked, right before your words were stolen once again by another kiss.

You felt this one all the way to your core. You were thankful he was supporting you, because if you’d been standing, you would have caved in seconds.

“His tongue is…” you moaned, tightening your hold.

When did he learn to kiss so well? Was he holding back this entire time. The warmth of his skin and yours seemed one in the same now. You couldn’t tell if it was his heart hammering or yours. Your fingers drifted down to his chest, enjoying the ridges of his plastron. Everything about him was so firm and strong, far different from his tender personality.

You hoped you could just stay there kissing forever. When he parted this time, you could tell there was a great deal of reluctance. Your breath came out shakily, trying to recover from both his surprise attacks.

“I’ll work on it.” He spoke softly. You looked at him. “Y-You’re fine..” you stammered. If he was going to be any more forward, surely your poor heart wouldn’t make it. Donnie was satisfied with the look of bliss on your face. “She looks happy.” That was all he could really hope for. His head moved closer, and you were already leaning in for round three. You sighed this time.

“Gosh...I could never get tired of kissing him.”

If not for your need of oxygen, you’d probably never part. Donatello sat down on the bed, still holding you. With the change in location, you twisted in his arms. You were now straddling him. You pressed into him, and Donnie fell back softly on the bed, bouncing slightly from the springs. You giggled, and so did he.

“I suppose I should really let you go. You know, keeping the city safe and all. “ You really didn’t want to. And Mikey would probably bust in the door and ruin the moment anyway. He raised his hand, brushing your cheek, and you leaned into the touch.

“Kiss me.” Donnie whispered.

His low tone struck something in you. You shudder, nodding as you reconnected your lips. His hand ran over your back, up your spine. You arched into him, a sultry sound escaping. You blushed, because that one was unexpected. Donnie just kept kissing you, slowly, lovingly. You were unsure how a kiss could be so hungry and tender at the same time. It was crazy. His hands were now on your thighs, the heat from his fingers travelling to every part of your body.

When you parted this time your head rested on his chest. You closed your eyes to try and regain some semblance of control. Because right now, Donnie was ruining you in the most wonderful way.

“I think..I can get used to this..” you mutter. Donnie smiled, still running his hand up and down your back.

“Me too.” He replied.

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superpowerful clinical human eye possesses corpseand then makes its way back to earth I was now leading Hydra through Ward’s bodyand he’s observing people for strengthand you know typical evil villain stuff so that any rent is still in and now going to basket CCI festand that’s what the iron fist does ever he starts missing homeand gets bored because he’s kind of a spoiled brat so just ramp runs away when the pass is open his eyes to go back to New York to take packs company because that’s I think it works because he’s also kind of a thundering dumbass doesn’t work focuses old friends join Ward Meacham if it were just go with it think is a crazy homeless person understandably wards think that that Harold is still kind of running the company while being controlled by the hand which he started to get kinda sick of becomes friends with Colleen at the dojo he also meets Claire Temple bananas put in a mental hospital he breaks out there with the power of the iron fist stocking 30 with Colleenand Bruce’s friends that it actually is an is coming back with the help of Jerry Hogarth he kinda sucks a business though because he’s been living among city in another dimension for the past decade ends of meeting Harold whose IK we should work together can sometimes take a controlling me so you can go kill themand I like gathers the main purpose in life I had to hand them gal the hand is still selling heroinand Denny’s unhappy about that science of beating herand agreeing to a series of challenges the loser has to pack upand get out of the city anyways but Manga breaks the promise but she’s got ancient society superpowers so there’s not much you can do about it Danny keeps consistently sucking a ring’s company so he’s married now by the board along with the Meacham’s words also super pissed at is that Harold is he took all of his money so he tells Harold bio comes back thanks to the hand Danny Colleenand Claire go to Chinaand take them gal realizes that Ward killed him so he frames them for drug possessionand so Ward gets locked up in the asylum Harold of its joy to be his new number two Danny also made potato Colleen so teacher was also secretly when the 5 m of the handand find out about thisand is in the fan now this guy called divers who isn’t that Dallas is days old friend from and he shows up to help Dannyand Colleen Joyce into saying that the hand probably his neck in the end after helping Dallas is like take the path to come on is open right nowand you’re supposed regarding it what the hell manand I was like well you know is boringand decides to team up with Haroldand joy to take on handand the Kudo but the kudos now working with wordand long story short is defeated but runs away Dallas is not a Danny but they work it out kind of data gets frame for drug stuffand goes in the runand Harold is the bag on the endand tries to take over the company Danny Lord in the big final battle team up kill Haroldand burn his corpse so he will come back to life now 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ancient one is withholding informationand they should bring tomato from the dark dimension to earth to golf it in eternity forms to rise up against the ancient one they break into the libraryand cover tiesand steal some pages from the ageless book about the dark dimension one tries to stop them but they get away in the end one point Rogers well the shielding goes to Mexicoand meets the human called yo yo who has superspeed who eventually joins the ranksand eventually becomes next girlfriend also Bobby Hunter leave the team because they were so staff spent off but that didn’t happen somewhere venturesand Sue Shield has an inhuman team but highest the inhuman Hydra God takes control of Daisy’s mind because he can do thatand turns against the team just as a vision of the future where one of them diesand other important detail there’s this group called the watchdogs which is basically inhuman racist who are going around killing humans as they plan by the way is to make every human in the worldand in human goes against Dr Ratcliff a scientist who he thinks can help them re create the original Cree experiment that native humans in the first place he realizes he needs actual Cree blood to do it so he sends a signal to the Creed to get some to come downand they do in a fight ensues they’re both taken out but also rendered useless however some Cree blood from daisies used from when she was saved without original Cree corpse long story doesn’t really matter experience go half rate asand it turns peopleand these gross disfigured mindless things meanwhile Scott laying after successfully cross job is still training is at man with Hankand hope that at some point here he upgrade to suitand test out new tech that allows him to become giant he tries it onceand passes out but hey it works Peter is continuing to Spiderman around the city at one point stopping a car crashand getting caught on camera the footage is uploaded to YouTubeand catches the eye of Tony Stark who keeps it in his watch later until he really needs it he’s got bigger stuff to think about right now is right around this point people are starting to take more notice of how much damage the superheroes have actually caused in their superheroand the guy who’s all over this is unsurprisingly general Ross from the days he needs of the presidentand his appointed Secretary of Stateand start talking about how they can keep the stuff moreand check the start of on the ideas for the Segovia cords basically a way of regulating superheroes with more oversight by forcing them to register with the government while this is happening Frank Castle continues his killing spree of people who were involved in this family’s murder going from truck murder to sniper murder to the bathroom murder is getting what he thinks is all them in a decides to move all of his life is the whole point the punisher was to avenge his family so that’s done now or so he thinks also after lectures not has stopping daredevil for a few months now because he’s just too sad things are not bad though foggy Nelson get some helpand I got in the barbershopand clears the cages nameand Lucas at a prison loop is up with Claireand they get that coffee they’d wanted Jessica Jones comes across lecture during one of her cases is still doing whatever the hand once rememberand objective Dragon bones under New York immortality the only problem is those Dragon bones are essential foundations for the city so the removal of them is causing serious earthquakesand could eventually to the whole city collapsing is also hiring a bunch of Harlem kids to help them kill and or clean up the mess is left behind by their enemies cages about this news like I got to protect the people of Harlemand Danny Randy is about this is like I gotta take a hand saw this lease to them crossing pathsand having a bit of a fight every day become friends because of their mutual friend Claire through fortuitous circumstances Jessica’s tracking guy connected to the handand that Murdoch ends up being her lawyerand also gets interested in the case so all four of them end up at the hands buildingand start fighting their ninjas electro sent into daredevil surprise but doesn’t remember him remind you of anyone but they all managed to get out of thereand go hide out in a Chinese restaurant where the become more acquainted state gets kidnapped by the hand but gets out of there by cutting off his own hand get itand goes to talk to the team Alexandraand had followed to see Alexandraand the hand is a whole knee iron fist alive because his iron fist is the key to open the gate to the sweet sweet Dragon bones if I happens electro starts remember who she isand that offenders get their hands on one of the hands main leaders also have their superhero team name is the defenders this guy is not of much help thoughand so stick to set off is not happy about this because they’re running out of there immortality juice the defender starting though because they’re like if the hand need you Danny we should probably had your wayand then he does what he does bestand is a whiny baby so they’ll punch him for a whileand then time however stickand typical stick fashion thinks that he might in the world so I’m getting kill him but lecture shows upand kill stickand tasty on fist to the hand she also kills Alexandra as she wants to be in charge I guess Jessica Jones find out more about that whole get it will found a while back with hands digging for Dragon bones after Lilith over the police that offenders minus Danny fight the hand plus the got Colleen to help Danny accidentally opens the gates of the Dragon bones because of course he doesand other defenders are fighting to hand in a lecture while also trying to block building so the hand can destroy New York the kudos guild Misty Knight loses an armand the offenders whenand get out of there butback to talk to Bucky I mean Electra yesterday heard the building collapses on the master kissingand that he saved by some nuns think look that they savedand that doesn’t actually die thank God it’s time to introduce another very important character very late in the game a Stephen strange is an amazing surgeon but he’s also super arrogantand kind of addict’s ex girlfriend also works with him called Rachel McAdams one day he’s drivingand textingand he crashes his car crushing his amazing surgeon hands in his life because he can’t be an awesome surgeon anymoreand he somehow even more awful to sex than usual really his life is just falling apart he starts to find ways to heal himself however ridiculous eventually he comes across Jonathan born the guy who trained with the ancient oneand was cured so strange has two Taj is there more to one of the masters takes into the ancient one because of all the crazy ultra dimensions there are at least the trip used ones he’s like help me learnand she’s like no your grossand sad in a terrible person but he pleadsand stays her door so she reluctantly changes her mind so strange that’s learning how to control the Mystic artsand other dimensionsand make hologram shieldsand whatnot with the help of Moto the ancient oneand the bookkeeper Wong who he befriends is about the different symptomsand how they protect worldand trains for several months along the way he also stumbles upon the times done sitting in a handy necklace the INI tomato figures out how to been time with it more unwanted like you don’t do that you could get stuck in a time loop anyway at one point you stuck to Mount Everest restraining just while all this other stuff is happening remember Stephen strange is getting great a magic this whole time so U ventures all trained upand going on missions also still looking for Bucky the next hydrogen in Lagosand think it might finally be Bucky but as they get there they realize it’s actually Brock Romo crossbones who understoodand is planning on suicide lineup himselfand Capt. 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Poultry Man Saves the Day

Note that this is also on ao3

Chickens. Eggs. Yolks. Uh…what other words were chicken related? Wings? White? Like the white of an egg? Was that too much of a stretch? What puns could even be made using the word white?

He slaved over a book and quill, conjuring a list of words that could be peppered into a certain superhero’s speech. A certain...man in a chicken costume.

Eggcellent, Eggciting, Eggtravagant, Eggcruciating, Yolking, Eggsplosion, Chickening out, Eggilouge, Eggscalating…

Honestly, there weren’t that many puns there, which was pretty pitiful. What kind of chicken-themed superhero didn’t have chicken-themed puns? He wasn’t exactly pulling these puns out of his ass! There was actual thought put into them!

“Grian! Grian! Oh, where is that guy? Grian!” A voice floated around his base, and Grian snapped his book and quill shut, hiding it in his inventory to prevent anyone from reading it.

“Mumbo? Is that you?” Grian called out, sneaking out of The Coop and looking for Mumbo who was wandering around the base in a desperate attempt to find Grian.

“Oh! Grian! There you are, bud.” Mumbo placed a hand on Grian’s shoulder, practically using him a support as he leaned over slightly and panted in exhaustion. Egghaustion. There was another pun to add to the list.

But this wasn’t about puns.

“Mumbo, what’s wrong?” Grian questioned. Mumbo looked more exhausted than he would’ve been normally if he only just rushed over here. Something was up.

Mumbo took a moment to gather his breath before responded.

“It’s something I’ve, I’ve never seen before in Minecraft. I don’t think it was in an update-I would have heard about it if that was the case because this is, this is huge-I’ve never even seen anything like it, I don’t even know if I can describe it-none of us can even do anything about it-”

“Mumbo!” Grian interrupted. “What is it? And why didn’t you message me about such an emergency?”

“I needed time to recuperate from fighting, and I needed to make sure that you were actually able to arrive and be properly prepared. A bunch of the other hermits are currently fighting, but we need more firepower.”

“What are we up against? What is so terrible?”

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy for saying this, but I promise I’m being completely serious,” Mumbo paused for a moment. “We’re facing up against a giant worm.”

“We’re facing off against a worm?”

“I know it sounds insane, but it has a tough outer coating, and it’s digging into the ground and destroying so many things in its path. Not only is it causing a bunch of lag, but it’s also not taking any damage from our blows.”

“Nothing is working?” Grian asked desperately.

“We’ve tried swords, bows, crossbows, and we even tried other tools like axes and shovels! I hit it with a hoe! A hoe! An absolutely ludicrous diamond hoe!”

“What about other things? TNT? Sand? Redstone contraptions? Anvils? Fire? Drowning? I don’t know-fall damage? Potions?”

“We’ve done pretty much all of of that, even used both potions of weakness and regeneration to see if that would hurt it, but neither have worked,” Mumbo frantically rambled. “It drills through blocks like a Haste V pickaxe used nearby a beacon, and it absolutely refuses to go into the water. It’s pretty much impossible to get it high enough in the air to get it to take fall damage, and it doesn’t stand still long enough for redstone or anvils, and I swear it has an outer shell made out of obsidian! Nothing is working!”

“Then, what can I do if no one else can do anything?” Grian inquired.

“I, I don’t know. I don’t know. Uh, I guess there wasn’t any particular reason, but I figured the more heads we have to think about how we can beat this thing, the better chance we have of actually doing damage to it. My brain is dead, and most of the hermits are too busy fighting to think of anything.”

“I...I don’t know if I could come up with anything better than what you guys have been coming up with.”

“Grian, at this point, anything would be better than what we have been coming up because what we have been coming up with has been nothing.”

Mumbo looked hopeless. Grian was trying to calculate what would be most effective against a giant, invincible worm.

Grian began pacing.

“Alright, so tools, tools- sword, pickaxe, shovel, axe, hoe, bow, crossbow, trident, I don’t know, a flint and steel? Shears? Come on, brain, what would a worm be weak against? What hasn’t been tried by the other hermits? What hasn’t been considered yet? Snowballs? Blazes take damage against those. What about it, Mumbo, have you guys tried snowballs?”

There was a moment of silence as Mumbo went through all the strategies they had used against the worm.

“I don’t think we have. But, in case that doesn’t work, we should think of another strategy.”

Mumbo messaged the other hermits to tell them to try snowballs. Because if nothing else was working, they might as well.

Grian went to his array of Shulker boxes and chests to see if there was anything in there that could help.

The sounds of frantic opening and closing chests filled the base like the chests were the instruments and the base was the theater, creating a symphony of music that sounded less like a beautiful melody and more like that part of the concert where all the instruments were trying to tune. Except in this case, the melody never comes, and the audience is stuck with the out of tune strings of the violins.

Grian opened and closed yet another chest before freezing. He opened the chest again, staring at its contents before closing again. He opened it up again as if the items that resided inside were simply something that he dreamed up.

“What about fishing rods?”

“What?” Mumbo responded. “Say that again?”

“What about fishing rods? Have you guys used any fishing rods yet?” Grian repeated. “It’s a worm, isn’t it?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Mumbo held his head in his hands. “How could’ve I been so stupid! Oh my god! How did we forget fishing rods!? Fucking fishing rods! Oh my god. I’ve...I’ve got to get a bunch of fishing rods.”

With that, Mumbo flew out of Grian’s base, as gracefully as ever, as Grian thought about ways to help.

There were many questions bouncing around Grian’s head. The most notable one was why nobody opted to notify him of this emergency until now. Did they not want him to help? Was it because he was the new guy? Or was it because they needed a person who wasn’t fighting to get resources? If they needed someone to get resources, why not inform him that they needed them?

Perhaps these questions were better left unanswered. Perhaps helping out wasn’t really a job for Grian.

He looked around the base, making sure no one was around when he went towards the center nearby the beacon and threw a trident at the ground.

He fell down and was face to face with the costume he thought he had retired. But it looked like it was time for the one and only Poultry Man to shine. Afterall, chickens ate worms for breakfast.

He donned the wings, then the leather pants dyed white and the yellow leather boots. Finally, he placed the chicken head over his own head and gathered up enough chicken eggs to fill up practically his entire inventory, saving room for rockets, food, and a fishing rod.

Poultry Man flew out of The Coop and gathered information about the worm was before flying over to the given coordinates as quickly as he could.

Why hide behind the mask? Was it the shame? The embarrassment? A vague attempt to grasp for glory but solely for a persona?

Poultry Man didn’t know. All he knew is that he had a job to do.

The damage was devastating. The lands were ravaged, and Poultry Man was hard pressed to find any area that was untouched.

He eventually got to the point where there was an insane amount of lag. And, there Poultry Man saw the worm.

It wasn’t quite in motion because of the lag. It was more like snapshots of a camera, clicking off randomly and without warning.

There were other hermits around, hooking fishing rods into the worm. It did seem to do some damage, but everyone knew that fishing rods did almost nothing.

So Poultry Man whipped out his eggs and began throwing them.

Even though chickens in Minecraft only ate seeds, real life chickens did eat worms, and to Grian’s surprise, the eggs were actually doing damage to the worm.

Poultry Man, however, was filled with certainty. There was no doubt in his mind that this would work.

He just kept throwing eggs. Other hermits like Stress joined him in throwing eggs at their shared enemy.

Eventually, Poultry Man ran out of eggs.

He dropped down next to what might have been thousands of chickens, many of which were still baby chicks, but there were some that were adults.

Poultry Man watched in awe as the normally passive chickens began attacking the worm, successfully doing damage to it.

But he wasn’t dumbstruck for long, gathering more eggs from the adult chickens and shooting them out towards the worm.

Poultry Man could see why Mumbo went to Grian in person. There was hardly a moment of time when anyone could message anyone, especially given the amount of lag the worm caused. Not that he was helping much with that.

Poultry Man was probably making the lag worse, but that didn’t really matter too much because the chickens seemed to be doing some pretty substantial damage to the worm, much more than the eggs Poultry Man threw at it, and certainly more than the fishing rods people cast towards it.

Not to mention that the chickens were unaffected by the lag. Truly, they were the most powerful sources on the server.

At long last, the worm perished.

There was a silence. Only the clucking of chickens remained.

And then there was cheering.

“Thank god!” Iskall shouted. “I was so tired of fighting that thing.”

“I still can’t believe that we forgot about fishing rods.” Mumbo mentioned.

“I always knew chickens were great.” Stress said. “Thanks , Grian!”

“It’s Poultry Man!”

“Yeah, sure-Thanks for saving us, Poultry Man!”

“I’m just doing my duty as the hero of Hermitcraft,” Poultry Man emphasized his statement by throwing a few eggs obtained from the many chickens surrounding him.

After celebrating the victory, many of the hermits shouldered the responsibility of killing the chickens that were now lagging the server, who were infinitely easier to defeat than the giant worm.

Poultry Man returned to The Coop to relax. He removed his boots, then his pants, then his wings before finally removing the chicken head he wore. He returned the uniform to its rightful place.

He sat down and returned to thinking up potential chicken puns.

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shipmistress9 · 5 years

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FTLOAP: Chapter 33: Bring On The Fire And Bring On The Storm

Title: For The Love Of A Princess

Fandom: HTTYD

Theme: Hiccstrid - Medieval-style AU - Romance - Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Reduced to little more than a stable boy, Hiccup, despite his noble birth, has few prospects for more in life. But when he meets a girl who came to look at the horses, being a stable boy might not be enough anymore. Together, they have tough choices to make and great risks to navigate if they want to survive and be together.

Rating: Explicit

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Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13; Chapter 14; Interlude 1; Chapter 15; Chapter 16; Chapter 17; Chapter 18; Chapter 19; Chapter 20; Chapter 21; Chapter 22; Chapter 23; Chapter 24; Chapter 25; Chapter 26; Interlude 2; Chapter 27: Chapter 28 ; Chapter 29 ; Chapter 30; Chapter 31; Chapter 32; Interlude 3; Bonus 1

Alpha/Co-author: @athingofvikings

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AN: Woah, what a week! Between HTTYD 3 and RL, I've been a total mess, and am honestly amazed that there actually is a chapter to post this week. And such a long one, too. But most importantly: This is the last chapter of Part 2! (I'm strangely pleased that Part 1 ended on chapter 11, and now Part 2 ends on chapter 33.) So, yeah, this is the last chapter of this part. It contains scenes I had in my head for ages, and as it is with those, I'm not quite sure they came out as I always imagined them. But I'm happy enough with them by now, and hope you'll enjoy them too.

More importantly though: I'll go on another scheduled hiatus now. I'm sorry that there was no prior warning, but... Well, I need a little time to properly outline the events and content of Part 3, especially since athingofvikings and I are discussing what to include from HTTYD 3, expanding out details in plotting from my original outline. For my own sanity, I also want to write out a full draft and build up a buffer for the summer. Posting will resume April 5th, 2019. For everyone interested: Feel free to contact us on @athingofvikings ‘ Discord server.

This chapter's title comes from the song 'Invincible' by Ruelle. It feels oddly fitting, both for this chapter on its own and for the upcoming Part 3. ;)

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When she heard the voices of her ‘brothers’, Astrid was up and awake in an instant.

Shit!

What were they doing here?

Hastily, she sat up, perking up her ears. Could she’ve been wrong? There was nothing now, only the silence of the night. Had it just been her fears that had made her imagine those voices? Maybe it had just been a dream altogether? But no, there it was again. She knew Eret’s voice and Dagur’s cackling laughter too well to be wrong.

And judging by their volume, they already were close.

Within only a second, she was on her feet, frantically looking around for a place to hide, but came up empty-handed. The back of Hiccup’s sleeping stall was packed with straw bales, but they were stacked too tightly to hide between them, and it was too late to leave the stall and look somewhere else.

With her heart beating in her throat, Astrid wrapped herself into Hiccup’s blanket -- even as something like a desperate hysterical laugh bubbled up inside her. Yeah, right. Hiding the fact that she’d been lying in Hiccup’s bed, half-naked, would totally help if they found her here.

Praying to all the Gods she knew, she pressed herself into a corner of the stall, the last one that would be visible should someone look in here. Maybe they wouldn’t even come in at all? Maybe they’d just drop Hiccup off and leave?

The sound of the door opening was audible, and Astrid reflexively held her breath as definitely more than one pair of feet entered the stables. Oh, please!, she prayed. Please don’t let them find me!

“All right,” came Hiccup’s voice. “You’ve accomplished your goal and got me here without an accident. Thanks, guys. Really. But now, I’ll be okay. Shoo. Off with you.” He sounded… strange somehow, but Astrid didn’t have the nerves to further think about that. Not now!

“Are you sure?” Eret sounded worried, and Astrid pressed herself closer against the wooden wall to her back. Why couldn’t he simply leave?

“Yes, I’m sure,” came Hiccup’s dry reply. “You don't need to tuck me into bed.” He sounded closer now, almost at the entrance to the stall, and apparently, Eret had followed him there.

He’d come closer too, stood only a few feet away from her now. If he opened the stall door, there was no way… “Hic, don’t underestimate this stuff… It’s–”

“Seriously, I’m fine!” Hiccup interrupted him. “And I can take care of myself. See you guys tomorrow.”

Astrid didn't even dare to breathe. She could even see Hiccup now, standing in the open door with Eret apparently directly in front of him. If Eret only so much as made one more step…

“Come on, he's fine,” came Dagur's voice, and Astrid almost sobbed in relief. “Leave the boy to his pleasant dreams. We have another one to get into bed, after all.”

It felt like an eternity before Eret answered, Astrid shaking like a leaf, but eventually, he gave in. “You're right, both of you. All right, see you tomorrow, Hiccup.”

“Sleep well,” sounded Dagur's cheerful voice toward them, followed by an unintelligible grunt that sounded awfully like Daniel. Still not daring to move a single muscle, she listened anxiously to Eret’s receding footsteps, to him and Dagur exchanging a few words that were too quiet for her to understand. A minute later, the door to the stables finally closed, leaving her and Hiccup in relative silence, except for the snort of a sleeping horse. Astrid was still too tense and anxious to relax and approach Hiccup, when his sudden laughter caught her off guard. It started quietly, just a low chuckling really, but quickly grew into a full body guffaw.

“Oh, Gods,” he gasped in-between. “I was sure that they would spot you!” He turned toward her, apparently knowing exactly where she was hiding, and pulled her into a tight hug, blanket and everything.

Still stunned, Astrid was hardly able to react in any way, not even when he kissed her, giggling against her lips. “Tha-that was awfully close,” she eventually gasped, still shaking. Countless ‘What if…’s were whirling around in her head, and she still felt as if she couldn’t breathe freely.

“I know!” Hiccup was still chuckling, leaning heavily against her. “That would have been…” He broke off into another laughing fit. “Gods, can you imagine? That would have been hilarious!”

Hilarious? Well, that wasn't the word Astrid would have used! Alarming, maybe. Or terrifying. But then, Hiccup’s behaviour was odd, not really like him, but more–

“Hiccup, are you drunk?” she blurted out, a little incredulously, smelling the beer on his breath. The question wasn't necessary, not really. In fact, now that she thought about it, it was fairly obvious. But the words were out before she could think about them.

“Mmm,” Hiccup hummed into her hair. “Maybe a little? Apparently, Dagur thought our beers needed improvement, so...” he chuckled again, shaking his head against her neck.

Gulping, Astrid nodded. “I see,” she mumbled. That explained why Eret had been so concerned; Astrid had heard enough stories about Dagur’s brews to be a little worried now too.

But then, Hiccup seemed to be all right. More than all right, actually. He wasn’t sick or delirious, nor unstable in any way she could detect – and having been around drunk nobles since she was a little girl, she’d seen a lot of men and women who acted poorly under the influence of drinks. No, all that was different from his normal self was his obvious giddiness and how unrestrained he was. His hands were roaming over her body, never holding still; up and down her back, her shoulders, caressing her neck, her sides, pushing the blanket aside to brush along the edges of her bare breasts. The feeling very efficiently distracted her from all worrisome thoughts.

It felt a bit odd, the rough fabric of his heavy cloak and the cold leather of his vest beneath against her bare skin, but she couldn't say that it was unpleasant. On the contrary, his almost playful touches and giddy laughter every now and then finally made her relax too. Eret had been awfully close to discovering her, but what mattered was that he hadn't. So she made an effort to deeply breathe in and out, let the tension flow out of her, and leaned more comfortably into Hiccup's embrace. Being close to him, kissing and feeling him, always made her feel better.

“You're in quite a cheerful mood,” she eventually pointed out, gasping as he nibbled his way down her neck. And he really was, with the continuous giggling and grinning. She was happy to be with him too, but this still felt like something else. “Did you have a good night out?”

Again, he began to chuckle. “Yeah, we had. I...” he paused, almost choked on another laugh, then added, “I told them about you.”

Astrid froze, and her gut seemed to drop down into her feet. “You– What?” He couldn't be serious now, could he? No, surely not. Surely, he hadn't–

“Don't worry,” he interrupted her approaching panic attack, still grinning and giving little giggles but somewhat steadier now. “I just told them that I am in love with the most wonderful woman on Midgard, how beautiful and smart and brave she is, and that she loves me too.” He paused to place a lingering kiss just below her ear. “I didn't mention your name, they don't know I was talking about you, but… Gods, Daniel, he–” Hiccup broke off, his arms around her tightening. “He said he’s happy for me. Encouraged me to marry her– you as soon as possible. That he would support me if needed...”

Astrid felt a kind of pressure around her chest, as if a corset was being closed by Ruff in one of her moods. “But Hiccup,” she interrupted him. “I don't doubt that he said that, but… but he didn't know you were talking about me, that he is the one who–”

“I know,” Hiccup sighed. He retreated slightly until his eyes met hers. There was a strange expression in them; an odd mixture of hope and despair, all covered by a light haze that probably came from the alcohol. “I know that he doesn't know that I was talking about you and I know that that fact would certainly change his opinion. But…” he broke off, and swallowed before a small almost shy smile played around his lips. “But it gave me hope, you know? The hope that he'll come around? Last night, I thought that hope was lost for good, so… Yeah, it was good to hear that he doesn't think I'm a complete failure.”

Astrid features softened, and she reached up to brush a few fringes out of his face. “You're not a failure,” she whispered. “Where is that idea suddenly coming from?” She remembered how Eret the Elder, the old goat, had spoken about Hiccup in that way, and how Hiccup had reacted when she’d repeated those words. But that was ages ago. It had never come up again since then, so why did he mention it now?

But he just shrugged, and averted his eyes. “Doesn't matter,” he muttered, then pulled her closer again until his face was thoroughly buried between her hair and her neck. “All that matters is that you're here. Freya, Astrid, I– I love you. So much!”

Chuckling weakly, Astrid turned her head until her lips touched his skin. “I love you too.”

She couldn't really say how they ended up rolling around on the straw-covered ground a few minutes later. All she knew was that there was something unrestrained and wild, almost feral even, about Hiccup's actions. The way his hands roamed over her skin, searching and exploring, intense, his kisses hot and almost demanding. It left her dizzy and wanting, especially when he focused all his attention on her breasts. She'd never known how sensitive that part of her body was, but, Freya, every time his work-roughened hands palmed her, fingers brushing over or pinching her nipples, she couldn't help but moan and writhe beneath him. And when she felt the damp heat of his mouth, his wet tongue stroking, the suction, his teeth nibbling and biting, all she could do was scream.

“Quiet, you'll scare the horses,” he mumbled against her skin as she floated down from one of those intense explosions. A part of her wanted to chide him for the clearly audible smirk in his voice, but the by far bigger part didn't care.

“Y-your fault,” she panted, chest heaving. “Freya, how are you doing this? How… what…” she broke off when her words kept incoherently tumbling out of her mouth. She needed better words!

Hiccup, the intensity of his touches not dwindling in the slightest, chuckled. “It… has many names. But the most common would be an ‘orgasm’. Or a climax. Or I’ve even heard ‘little death’ for the really good ones that just knock you flat. And as for how… I'm amazed myself how… responsive you are.” He lowered his head, and drew another loud moan out of her by ardently playing her nipple with his tongue. “Seriously, I could do this all day and never get bored.”

“Uhh uh…” Astrid made, already feeling the tingles of another orgasm, as Hiccup had called it, pooling in her belly when his hand wandered down her body and beneath her skirts. Clutching at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to anchor herself was all she could do when his hand between her thighs stroked that fire within her once more. It took only a few minutes until a second orgasm wrecked her body, leaving her stunned and trembling, unable to comprehend much beside Hiccup placing soft kisses all over her skin.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “As if you were glowing…”

His breath tickled, making her giggle giddily, and she reached out with weak arms to pull him up and into a kiss. He complied easily and eagerly, his unusual intensity still not dulling in the slightest. Astrid wouldn’t complain, she loved how tactile he was, how his hands – his whole body, really – wouldn’t stop moving, exploring. It made her want to do the same, to feel him.

Barely ever stopping kissing him, she managed to get Hiccup out of his tunic, with his cloak, vest, and shoes having already been shed. It didn’t take much for her to get over her initial hesitation, to explore him with the same eagerness he showed, hands running over muscles and scars, gripping and stroking. Their kisses grew more heated and distracted, and everything around them seemed to fade away. There was nothing else anymore, nothing but him. And she wanted all of him.

Humming against his lips, she led her hand glide down his front, over his stomach, until she felt rough fabric. There was a last spark of shyness, but she quickly brushed it aside. This was Hiccup, and there was no reason to ever be shy or hesitant with him. She wanted to move on, to feel him, this last part of him she didn’t really know at all. She wasn’t even sure what she’d planned, whether she wanted to feel him through the fabric of his trousers, more aware of the sensation than when they were making out, or whether she wanted to let her hand slide beneath the fabric, to feel hot skin and more, things she barely knew anything about.

But before she could do either, his hand was around her wrist. With an almost pained groan and a shake of his head, he pulled her hand away, his fingers entangled with hers as he resumed kissing her with renewed vigour. The way he moved, grinding against her, and his groans and grunts quickly distracted her from wondering again. It all simply felt too good to bother, to think, and all she wanted was to follow where he led her. Especially when it made her body throb so wonderfully, made tension coil tight before it burst and washed through her in thrilling waves. It felt as if she could never get enough.

“Oh, f– A-astrid!”

She barely registered Hiccup’s muffled groan against her shoulder or how his body coiled tightly only to shudder and shake a second later. In fact, she didn’t register anything, basking in an incredible rush that left her dizzy, until Hiccup slumped down onto the straw next to her. Right now, she could completely understand that ‘little death’ nickname for this feeling. He was panting, his eyes on her still dazed as he reached out to brush her sweaty fringes out of her face.

“I still have no idea what I ever did to deserve this – to deserve you,” he mumbled, voice slurring heavily.

Astrid wanted to reply that it was the same the other way around, but when she finally managed to make her eyes focus on him, he seemed to be half-asleep already. Well, the last couple of days had been busy, it was late, and he wasn’t exactly sober anyway.

For a few minutes, she just watched him with a lazy smile on her lips. He looked beautiful, so peaceful and relaxed, the corners of his mouth tugged up in the slightest of smiled. And yet…

And yet, there had been something earlier, something that bothered her more the more she thought about it. Slowly, her smile faded into a frown. Why had he done that, not just tonight but last night, too? Everything else had been wonderful, perfect even, but this…

For some while, she went through one possible explanation after the other in her mind, not really liking any of them. And it was futile anyway. She should simply ask Hiccup what that had been about, hoping that the explanation wouldn’t be–

No, none of that anymore, she chided herself. She needed to ask Hiccup, everything else wouldn’t get her anywhere. But gazing at his sleeping face, she had to acknowledge that now clearly was not the right time to do so.

With a sigh and a slight grimace, she pushed all these confusing thoughts aside in favour of getting at least a little sleep tonight, reached for the blanket behind Hiccup to cover them both, and then snuggled against his warm chest. Tomorrow, she thought to herself. Tomorrow, I will ask him. Whenever I get the chance...

. o O o .

Fighting to keep a pained groan inside, Hiccup reached up to rub his temples and simultaneously cover his eyes from the ray of sunlight which was breaking through the clouds occasionally. Being here as part of the farewell-party for the Crown Prince was an honour, even with the official explanation simply being that he was bringing Trample, and he didn't intend to embarrass himself by letting his hangover show too much. He knew that Daniel wasn't feeling any better, but the Prince somehow managed to appear composed, so Hiccup could do the same.

And appearing composed was important in more than one regard anyway. After their fun night out last night, Hiccup was confident again that it was more than just this official reason that allowed him to be here. But it was still an official occasion – and the last one where Daniel could notice anything, no less – so Hiccup made an effort not to even look at Astrid. But he still couldn’t help but listen.

“Promise me to be careful, okay?” Astrid’s voice as she tightly hugged her brother easily reached Hiccup’s ears where he stood next to Eret, even with how low and muffled it was.

“I’m always careful,” Daniel replied, smiling encouragingly at his sister as he retreated. “You’ll see, I’ll be back before you even noticed I was gone.” Something in Daniel’s voice sounded off as he said that, but Hiccup had no time to pin down what exactly it was. It might just be him being tired anyway.

“I certainly hope so,” Dagur chimed in, his trademark grin plain across his face. Nothing seemed to be able to dull his bright mood, not even one of his friends heading off into a war zone. “Because it’s all getting real now, you know? And I can’t wait to be a part of it all this summer. Thor, it feels like forever until then!”

Daniel grimaced slightly, but didn’t comment further. He accepted Dagur’s goodbye hug with something of a forced smile, then turned to Eret. As they hugged too, Hiccup heard murmured words he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear.

“Promise me to keep an eye on her for me.”

“I always will,” Eret replied, voice equally low. “Don’t worry. As long as we stay here, nothing will happen to her.”

Again, Hiccup noticed a grimace crossing Daniel’s face, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. He just nodded, lips tight, then turned toward Hiccup. Giving him a hug too seemed inappropriate, and with him holding Trample it wasn’t practical anyway, so Hiccup simply reached out to shake Daniel’s hand. He was relieved when Daniel returned both the gesture and his honest smile. Apparently, all his worries from the night of the grand blot had been for nothing after all – at least in regards to their friendship. “Have a good journey,” he said. “And good luck with Redpeak. I hope it all works as planned.”

Hiccup wasn’t sure how, but that seemed to have been the wrong thing to say. Daniel winced, confusing Hiccup with a strange look and a slight shaking of his head, but it was too late to take his words back.

“Redpeak?” Eret inquired, clearly surprised. “That again? I thought you couldn’t go to Redpeak this winter.”

Hiccup threw Eret a confused look. He and Daniel had talked about little else lately, including planning the last details last night in the tavern. Where else was Daniel supposed to go? “Why shouldn’t he?” he asked, clearly puzzled, then turned back to Daniel. “I thought it was your plan to get it usable for this summer? Wasn’t that why you asked to pin down which alterations would be manageable in the short time?”

Now it was on Eret to look confused, and even Dagur leaned in. “But… weren’t you lamenting about how you won’t be able to work on Redpeak only one week ago?” Dagur asked. “I clearly remember it. It was my accolade, and…”

“And you said you can’t change the plans anymore,” Eret added, nodding. “Something about logistics, and basic material already being on its way?”

Dagur nodded, too. “And that Uncle Spite would skin you alive if you postponed the repairs to his outposts. I mean, I remember how desperately you wanted to change your plans, but I didn’t think you’d be willing to risk that.”

Eret grunted in agreement, and all three of them gave Daniel confused looks.

“Erm…” the Prince made, biting his lip. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable, but then nodded. “You’re right, all of you,” he sighed, shoulders slumping a bit. “It’s just… something else came up, something… important. I don’t have as much time as originally planned after all, so going to Redpeak instead became more sensible, as it’s much closer to the city of Westhill than Loki’s Teeth.”

“Something so important that you can risk aggravating Uncle Spite?” Eret asked with a raised eyebrow. “That’s got to be quite something. Is it something you can tell us?”

Daniel looked definitely pained now as he shook his head. “No, I can’t tell you. Not yet. But you’ll learn about it soon enough, don’t worry.” He sighed again. “All I can tell you is… well, let’s just say I highly expect to see you all again long before summer, before you all return home even.”

“So, you’ll be here for Swanja’s birthday?” Eret asked, clearly surprised. “That’s new.”

It was a reasonable question, Hiccup supposed. He already knew that Astrid’s birthday at the end of the winter usually marked the day House Jag’r’s herd returned to Eastervale. It was a day he dreaded, knowing it would be the last before they had to part. But he also knew that the Princess's birthday wasn’t an important enough occasion for Daniel to interrupt his campaign preparations. Or, usually not, at least.

But against his expectations, Daniel shook his head. “No, I won’t be back by then. But I’ll be back not long afterwards. There’s–” He glanced to the side, and abruptly interrupted whatever he’d meant to say. “Uh, where is Swanja?”

Upon his question, they all turned as well to where Astrid stood behind Dagur. Or at least where she had stood until a minute ago. Now, the space was blatantly empty, and Hiccup wondered how he’d missed her leaving. Sure, he was tired and hungover and had actively tried to not overly pay attention to her. But apparently, that had worked better than he'd expected.

“Uh, I don’t know. She’d been here just now, hadn’t she?” Dagur looked utterly confused, and Hiccup had to bite back laughter at the sight. Astrid’s disappearance could be alarming, but he actually wasn’t worried. Not really.

And as if he’d been able to read his thoughts, Eret snorted in amusement. Or maybe it was just that he, too, knew Astrid well enough. “Well, if she managed to slip away, there’s only one place where she’d go. We’ll pick her up once you're gone and make sure she's all right. Don’t worry, we'll keep an eye on her.” The last words were clearly directed at Daniel who nodded gratefully.

“Thanks, Eret. I know I can count on you.”

. o O o .

Hiccup couldn’t really complain about the company, he mused as Eret and Dagur accompanied him back toward the stables. It was only logical that Astrid would go there when she got the chance. According to Eret that was what she always did, and Hiccup supposed he was right. It had been what had let to their first meeting, after all.

Besides, spending time with these two was always fun, and even with knowing where Daniel was heading, their mood wasn't down in any way. The area around Westhill and the Western Mountain Range was undeniably a war zone, but Daniel had the best protection imaginable, and winter wasn’t exactly the time where the Malarians – used to their warmer climate in the West – were most active anyway.

So it wasn’t really surprising that they were in a high spirit, possibly even more light-hearted than they had been during the past days. Because now, there was nobody around anymore from who they had to hide. It was a bit strange though, he mused as he walked ahead of the other two and tried not to be too obtrusive. They had to hide their relationship just like he and Astrid did, but for other reasons and with very different perspectives for their future. Right now, he felt a little jealous at how freely they bantered, their comments much more telling then they had been with the prince around. It stung that, even with Daniel gone, it wouldn’t be possible for him and Astrid to do the same. But on the other hand, he also couldn’t really begrudge them their time, limited as it was. At least he knew that his fate, ordained by the gods, was far better than what theirs would be. So Hiccup kept himself entertained with thoughts of their future, by remembering the images he’d seen of Astrid standing in the doorway to their home and with their son in her arms. Someday, he reminded himself. Someday, that image will become the truth. The thought brought a smile to his lips. A smile that vanished when he entered the stables.

Astrid was nowhere to be seen, but he knew by now that didn’t have to mean she wasn’t here. His eyes directly flickered to the end of the corridor, and, just like last night, he noticed that the door to his stall stood slightly ajar – despite him knowing that he’d closed it properly. His heart skipped a beat before it began to pound hard in his chest. Last night, Eret and Dagur had only been here to make sure he got here. Eret had been worried, but it also had been relatively easy to persuade him to leave. Now, however? Now, they were here to search for Astrid. If she'd just been here, for Markor or to wait for them, that wouldn't have been a problem. But if she was in his stall, that meant it was on Hiccup to make sure they wouldn’t find her.

“Milady Astrid?” he called, loud. “Are you here? We’re all looking for you.” He could only hope that would be enough of a warning, enough for her to not come out of his stall and make Eret and Dagur wonder why she’d been in there in the first place. And to his relief, everything stayed quiet.

“Huh, that’s strange,” Eret muttered, looking around the hall. “I would have vouched for her to be here.” He made a few more steps forward, before he called, “Swanja? Where are you?” But again, there was no answer.

Hiccup almost hoped Eret would leave it at that and go look someplace else, when instead he went on toward the stalls. For a moment, his blood ran cold, but he quickly caught himself again. He had to do something, or Eret would surely find her.

“Maybe she’s in the tack room?” he suggested, words directed at Dagur who nodded.

“I’ll take a look,” he said, and left for the door to the attached room.

Hiccup quickly hurried forward to where Eret was peering into Markor’s stall right now.

“Well, she’s not in here either,” Eret stated needlessly, a clear frown on his face now. “I really could have sworn…”

“Maybe in one of the other stalls,” Hiccup suggested, making a snap decision at that moment. It was bold, but certainly better than to have Eret look everywhere on his own. He stepped toward the next stall on this side of the stables, Cassie’s, even as he was still turned toward Eret. “Let’s have a look; I’ll take this side and you the other one?” He indicated to the other row of stalls, where Hunter, Crusher, and Chomp were housed. Yes, bold indeed. What if Eret instead stayed on this side, to search Squish’s stall and the empty stalls in-between? Hiccup would be too far away to intervene, to maybe stand in the way so Eret wouldn’t spot her or to insist upon searching his sleeping stall at the end of the row himself. What if–

“All right.” Eret nodded, turned to hurry over to the other side, and Hiccup bit his lip, painfully, to keep a relieved gasp from escaping him. He was keenly aware that the danger of them practically catching her in his bed wasn’t fully averted yet, but at least it wasn’t as immediate anymore either.

They went on in silence until Dagur returned from the tack room. “I’ve searched the entire thing, even looked behind shelves and everywhere. Swanja isn’t in there.”

“And she’s not here either,” Eret replied tensely as he closed the door to the last stall in his row. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup could see part of Astrid’s dress peeking out from behind the straw bale where she was hiding. “No, nothing,” he called back, firmly closed the door to his stall, and, after giving himself a second to compose his face, turned toward the other two.

Dagur gave him an amused look. “Did you expect Swanja to be in there?” he asked, nodding at his stall behind him. It was obviously meant to tease him, and luckily, Hiccup didn’t need to pretend anything to react appropriately flustered.

“Well, I don’t know,” he said, blushing. “I mean, maybe she was tired and didn’t want to go back to the castle to do whatever is on her plan for today? There is a bed in there after all, and…” he trailed off, swallowing whatever other nonsense he could blurt out. “Anyway, it looks like she’s not here after all.” He was a bad liar, and he knew that. People had told him so on several occasions. All he could do was hope that this time would be different. That they would believe him.

Eret frowned, but then nodded. “All right. Maybe she knew we would look for her here first. I mean, I don’t know why she felt the need to run off, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t want to be found easily.” He sighed, then grimaced. “But we have to find her. I promised Daniel to keep an eye on her. I mean, I know she can take care of herself, but...” He trailed off, and rubbed his tattooed chin in thought.

“I know what you mean,” Dagur sighed. “She hasn’t really been herself lately.”

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to appear unperturbed. He felt bad for lying to them, and even worse for leaving them worried; they meant well, after all. But even if he told them where she was, there was no way he could explain why he’d lied in the first place. Besides, Astrid hadn’t wanted them to find her, and he respected that. So he stayed silent.

“Okay, let’s see if we can find her anywhere else,” Eret eventually resigned. “Maybe she went for a walk in the forest, or sits at the swan lake. Or she might be visiting Fishlegs and Heather.”

“I hope not,” Dagur muttered. “I could go without the icy glares Heather gives me lately.”

Nodding, Eret laid his hand on Dagur’s upper arm in a comforting gesture. “I’m sure she’ll come around. But maybe we don’t need to even go there.” He turned toward the exit, but then paused to look at Hiccup. “Are you coming too?”

Hesitantly, Hiccup shook his head. “No. You know better where she might be, and I could only follow you anyway; I’d just get lost if I were to search the castle and its grounds on my own. I’ll stay here in case she shows up after all. Tend to the horses…” He shrugged. Again he hoped that the lie wasn’t too noticeable on his face.

Apparently, it wasn’t. Eret nodded in agreement, and after they’d left the stables and the door closed behind them, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Gods, he couldn’t wait until they wouldn’t have to hide anymore…

He wasn’t surprised at all when, upon turning away from the stable’s entry, he found that Astrid had already left his stall. He had to be more smashed than he’d thought, as he hadn’t even heard the door. What surprised him, however, was that she stood a few steps away from him. His first instinct was to go to her and take her into his arms, but there was something in her expression that kept him from doing so. It also explained why she’d come and hidden here in the first place. It seemed as if she had more on her mind than simply already missing him.

“Hey,” he began, unsure what else to say. His mind still felt sluggish. “That was… pretty risky.”

Astrid, however, didn’t say anything and just nodded. She bit her lip, obviously chewing something over in her mind, so Hiccup decided to just keep on talking until she’d made up her mind about what was bothering her.

“I mean, what if Eret had seen you? Sure, Daniel isn’t here anymore, but I didn’t get the impression that telling Eret or Dagur was what you wanted either. And surely you knew they’d come here first. I mean, not that I’m complaining. I love to have you here, and–”

“Do you?”

Hiccup broke off, and gave her an incredulous look. Where was that coming from? Scouring his mind for what he might have done to make her doubt him and coming up empty-handed, he couldn’t help but make a hesitant step toward her. “What? Of course I do!” Gods, his mind was too slow, he shouldn’t have drunk anything last night.

Astrid looked at him for a moment longer. Then she moved toward him, oddly hesitant, and stretched to brush her lips over his. Hiccup still had no idea what to make of her behaviour, so he just went along, returned her kiss and pulled her closer when she pressed for more contact. It felt wonderful, right and perfect, just like always – except that Astrid still seemed strangely tense. Or maybe he was just imagining things? His mind really wasn’t as quick as it usually was. Eventually, he gave up pondering, and pushed all distracting thoughts aside. Astrid wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, so if something bothered her, she surely would say so.

With a low moan, he gave in completely, letting her take the lead to wherever she wanted to go, returned her kisses and let his hands roam over her body when hers did the same. Gods, he loved the feeling of her small but sure hands on his skin, the light scraping of her fingernails over his abdomen, tickling, teasing, wandering further and further down until–

Grunting, Hiccup’s hand shot down to catch hers as she was about to loosen the cords on his trousers. Freya, just the light brush of her hand over his bulge had already felt amazing! But this… this was the one line he wouldn’t… couldn’t cross, the one rule he couldn’t break.

Caught between wanting to let her continue and reasoning why he couldn’t, it took Hiccup a moment to realise that Astrid had pulled back from him. But when he did, he spotted a pained expression on her face, just before she turned away from him, arms defensively crossed in front of her.

“I-I think I should go,” she mumbled, making a hesitant step away from him. “Eret and Dagur might be back any moment or… or…” she trailed off, and Hiccup could imagine all too well how she would bite her lip right now, even as he couldn’t see it.

“Astrid, wait,” he said, not really knowing what else to say. What had just happened? “What...” He reached out for her, but dropped his hand again before he could touch her. Somehow, she seemed to need space right now, even though he honestly couldn’t say why. “Why are you so upset? Did… did I do something wrong?”

For a minute, Hiccup thought she wouldn’t answer. She just stood there, back toward him and arms so tightly wrapped around herself that it looked as if she was actively trying to hold herself together. When she eventually began to speak though, her words didn’t make much sense to him at first.

“No, you didn’t,” she whispered. “It’s just… I love it when you touch me. It’s… indescribable. I want to feel you, everywhere and all the time. I can’t get enough.”

Despite the weird tension between them, a smile was tugging at Hiccup’s lips. He’d hoped that she would enjoy their physical contact and was thriving on it when she reacted like last night, but actually hearing her say it was a welcome reassurance. However, her words certainly didn’t explain her behaviour. “And… that’s bad?” he asked carefully.

Astrid shook her head, still not looking at him. “No, it’s not. It’s just… I-I want to… to make you feel the same,” she eventually burst out. She sounded strange, vulnerable. “I mean, I know I have no experience. This… it’s all so new and confusing, and I don’t know how any of this works. All I know is that you make me feel so amazing, and I just want to return that feeling. Unless… unless you don’t want me to. If you don’t want me, then…” she broke off as her voice grew more brittle with every word.

At first, Hiccup could do little else but dumbfoundedly gape at her. She thought he wouldn’t want her? That was… ridiculous! “Whether I…” he began, bewildered. “What gave you that idea? That’s completely–”

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” she interrupted him, sounding even more vulnerable than before. “I know that I’m not any good, but I’m willing to learn. I just…” She shrugged awkwardly with her arms still wrapped around herself.

“You think...” he whispered, unsure whether she could even hear him. Was she serious? She thought that he didn’t want her to touch him? Feverishly, he tried to come up with a way to explain, to make her understand, but he could only come up with one sensible solution. It was still a stupid one, one he shouldn’t pick. Because he wanted her too much. But Astrid was hurting over this misunderstanding, and if that was the only way to explain himself…

With two quick steps, Hiccup approached her and took her into a tight embrace. So far, he’d always tried to be as careful as possible with what exactly he let her feel of his body, both because he hadn’t wanted to spook her and because he already wanted her more than was good for him, even without her body pressing and rubbing against his cock with every other movement.

But this time was different. This time, he deliberately pressed his crotch against her back, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. The unexpected contact made him twitch in eager anticipation, something Astrid apparently felt too, judging by her hiccupy intake of breath.

However, he didn’t want to upset her further, in any way. “Silly woman,” he murmured softly against her neck. “Of course I want you. Gods, Astrid, you have no idea just how... appealing you are to me.” He paused, trying to think of how to explain himself. “I… don’t know what exactly the Temple taught you, but–”

With a harsh snort, she bit out, “Assume that they taught me nothing!”

Hiccup blinked at her tone; he’d heard her annoyed, even angry, but that sounded like ages of frustration finding a target. However, as she settled back against him, she felt less tense, so that was good. It meant she wasn’t angry – or at least not angry at him!

Swallowing against the heat coursing through his body, Hiccup nodded against her hair. “Do you feel this?” he asked in a rough voice as he pressed himself a little closer, the friction making him twitch again. Astrid nodded. “When they're aroused, men get… hard. And that's what you can feel right now, me being aroused beyond being able to make sensible decisions.” He chuckled shakily. “And it's all because of you. You ask whether I even want you to touch me? Freya, yes, I want that. More than you can imagine.” Oh, yes, this hadn't been a wise idea, Hiccup thought as a shudder ran through his body. Gods, he wanted her so much… And Astrid shifting in his arms and further rubbing against him didn't exactly help either.

“Then… why won't you let me?” she asked again in a small voice, at complete odds with her tone a moment before.

Gasping out another desperate laugh, Hiccup let his forehead drop until it rested on her shoulder. “Because I don’t trust myself,” he mumbled, the embarrassing truth of those words making him glad that she wasn’t looking at him right now. “We both know that we can’t have sex just yet, but I fear that… that if we get to close, neither of us will be able or willing to stop. So it is my responsibility to make sure. And this is the rule I gave myself; that I would always keep my trousers on around you. If I don’t take them off, nothing can happen.”

In his arms, Astrid noticeably relaxed, further leaning into his embrace. “I wish you’d told me about that,” she breathed, laughing nervously. “That would have saved me quite a few hours of distress. Or the whole charade of sneaking away and hiding here, for that matter.”

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup murmured, gulping. “I know it’s my task to explain everything to you, but I’m not really doing a good job, am I? I… I’m just trying to go slowly, to not overwhelm you. There are many things we haven’t talked about yet, but I thought we would do so when they come up. But be assured, me holding back has nothing to do with not wanting you. Gods, Astrid, the things I want to do…” Hiccup trailed off, his whole body trembling with just thinking about the options. Those would be two horribly long years…

“What would you want to do?”

Distracted as he was by the images in his head, Astrid’s question caught him a little off guard. “Excuse me?”

She hesitated, then wiggled in his arms until she’d turned around to face him. There was a mix of curiosity, excitement, and anticipation gleaming in her eyes, and Hiccup already knew that it would be tough to turn down whatever she wanted. “If we could do whatever we want to… what would you do? Right now, I mean. Can you tell me? Or show me?”

“Astrid…” he began, pained, but she didn’t even let him really start his complaint.

“I get that restriction, that rule you put up, and I respect it,” she said, smiling up at him so prettily that Hiccup felt like he could fall in love with her all over again. “But I’m so curious, want to know how it all works.” She shrugged. “So I thought, maybe at least talking about it is okay?”

Hiccup bit back something like a desperate groan. Simply talking could already be enough to make him combust and soil yet another pair of trousers. But she had a point, and not talking would only cause more confusion. “You’re right,” he said in a low voice, nodding. He took a minute to think, but then decided he just as well could stop minding having to wash his clothes more regularly. This was all they could do for now, so they better made the best of it as long as they had the time.

More content now with their situation, Hiccup somewhat regained his confidence. “You want to know what I’d like to do if we could?” he asked in a rough voice.

Astrid, who apparently had noticed the change in him, just nodded mutely, eyes shining brightly.

He moved, gently guiding Astrid backwards until she hit a pile of neatly stacked straw bales. Fighting down a last flicker of nerves, he lifted her so that she sat on those bales, at just the right height. “If we could,” he murmured, his hands sliding down her legs to hoist up her skirts. “Then I’d like to take you like this.” His eyes never left hers as he stepped between her parted legs, always looking for a hint of uneasiness or discomfort. But there was nothing the like, only joyful anticipation. He made another step so that their bodies touched, his bulge against her crotch. Even through their clothes, he could feel her heat, could tell by the slide that she was wet, aroused. It made the heat inside himself burn even hotter; having blood in his head to help him think was not a priority anymore.

“If you’d let me, if it were possible,” he went on, hands gliding around to settle on her hips. “Then I’d push into you now, slow and deep, savouring.” He pressed himself closer against her which drew a beautiful little gasp from her. The sound made him buck forward, making her yelp in return and left them both gazing at each other through dazed eyes. He bucked again, deliberate now, and Astrid’s moan was almost enough to undo him on the spot.

“I would want you to feel me,” he muttered in-between panted breaths as he kept moving back and forth. “And to feel you in return, your tight heat. I want to hear you, want to taste you.” He leaned in to dip his tongue into her mouth, even as they were both too distracted to kiss properly. Astrid’s hands were on his shoulders now, clutching, pulling him closer.

Hiccup let his head drop to her shoulder as he increased the pace of his movements. One arm was around her waist, the other around her back, holding her tight as he kept grinding their bodies together, her sweet moans in his ear. “I want to mark you,” he mumbled against the bare skin of her shoulder. “And to be marked by you. I want to be one with you in every possible way. Gods, I love you, Astrid. And the day you become my wife will be the happiest day of my life.”

Astrid’s response was little more than a string of whimpers, gasps, and moans. He could tell that she was moving with him by instinct, intensifying the friction even more, and he knew that, if someone were to come in now, he couldn’t have cared less in that moment. All that mattered was Astrid, how she clutched him tightly, rutting against him until the most sinful of moans left her. Her orgasms were always beautiful, thrilling, the way she shook as pleasure consumed her. And just like last night, it was more than enough to let him tip over the edge as well. Muffling his desperate howl against her skin, he came, shuddering, pressed against Astrid as tightly as possible.

His mind had barely begun to work again, when her trembling laughter reached his ears. “Mmmh, yeah,” she hummed. “I can’t wait for when we can do this for real either.”

Hiccup couldn’t help but laugh, free and liberated, and it only took a second or three until Astrid chimed in as well. Gods, how was it possible that he was allowed to be with her?

. o O o .

Feeling much lighter than she had this morning, Astrid left the stables a few hours after she’d hidden herself there. When she reached the top of the small hill, she couldn’t help but turn to look back one last time. But just as they’d agreed upon, the doors were already closed, Hiccup not standing there to gaze after her.

It was a miracle that nobody had barged in on them, all things considered; they couldn’t risk blowing their cover now just by prolonging their farewell. It wasn’t for long anyway; she’d be back in a few hours. The thought made her smile, despite the prospect of being found by Eret or Dagur at any moment, and of getting scolded by a whole lot of people for sneaking away.

But it had been worth it. After last night, when even in his drunk eagerness Hiccup hadn’t let her touch him, she’d felt so confused, conflicted. It wasn’t that she’d really doubted Hiccup’s feelings for her… But she had wondered, had feared what his reluctance could mean. She’d wanted to give him everything, but hadn’t been sure whether that would be enough.

Now though? Now, she was appeased. Hiccup’s explanation had been logical and practical, enough to make her see reason too while at the same time letting every single one of her troubled thoughts evaporate. But it was even more than just that. She’d learned another lesson today; the lesson that she could ask Hiccup everything. And she would. They only had a few weeks left, but she intended to get as much out of those as possible, to spend every moment she could with him and to learn whatever she could.

“Thank Odin, there you are!” called suddenly a voice from behind her, and Astrid turned to give Eret a sheepish smile. “We’ve been looking for you forever. Where have you been?”

Astrid shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, I’ve been just walking around in the woods,” she said matter-of-factly. She’d already planned ahead what she would tell him after all, had even taken a large detour on her way back to the castle to hide where she’d actually been. “The moment I return to the castle, my governess regains control over my life again, and I wanted to avoid that as long as possible.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Eret sighed, and she could tell by the grimace on his face that he didn’t really blame her for sneaking away. “And I understand. But I’d still prefer if someone knows where you are if you need to hide. You know I’d even cover for you, right?”

“Thanks, Eret.” The smile she gave him, though be it an honest one, still felt like a lie. She believed him; he would cover for her, had already done so in previous years. He was trustworthy, more so than almost everybody else she knew. And yet, she couldn’t let him know the truth. She wasn’t even sure whether he would actually betray her trust when it came to her relationship with Hiccup. But if she told him her secret, she would effectively force him to lie to Daniel when they met come summer, and that was a burden she didn’t want to place on her friend. So she just wound her arm through his in a familiar gesture as they walked back toward the castle. “I appreciate the offer, and maybe I’ll even take you up on it. But for today, I think my time is up.”

The walk back to the castle was filled with companionable silence, a last reprieve before life came crashing down on her again. But even having her governess scold her for her sudden absence wasn’t able to make her regret or feel bad in any way. Everything was worth it when it meant she could spend time with Hiccup.

The rest of the day went just as she’d expected. After the scolding came lessons, but in what Astrid couldn’t remember, her governess’s words not even registering in her mind. Eating dinner felt… different though. It wasn’t quiet or boring with the Grand Dukes, Eret and Dagur keeping her and her father company. But Daniel’s absence seemed to hover over her like a dark cloud. It wasn’t that she was worried for him, not really. But with him gone...

At the end of the day, she let herself fall into the soft cushions of her bed, sighing deeply. It sounded theatrically, even to herself, even though it was only halfway exaggerated. Turning her head, she glanced at the wooden horse standing on her bedside table. Ruff had seen how it had been a part of her gifts and probably assumed it came from Eret – and Astrid hadn’t corrected her. It meant that Astrid had felt free to place the figurine into her bedchamber, that she now had a physical reminder of Hiccup right there next to her bed. Which was good.

Now that Daniel had left, her life would return to its usual routine of lessons in embroidery and etiquette, painting and socialising. Maybe she would be allowed a free afternoon with Eret and Dagur every now and then, but that would be it. It was a depressing prospect, and if it weren’t for the nights with Hiccup, she might have screamed.

But at least she had those nights – for now at least.

~ The End Of Part 2 ~

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So, yeah... Again the reminder that this story will be on hiatus now until April 5th.

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justauthoring · 6 years

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Feigning The Connection (32/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in?

SEASON ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR

SEASON FIVE: PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

A/N: Another Saturday, another part!

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 05x07, 05x08 and 05x09

Warnings: spoilers.

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With a heavy sigh, you set your head in your hands. The constant feeling of worry never seemed to leave you ever since that conversations with your father.

He is in danger.

What did that even mean? What was wrong? And how much could Octavia have truly changed?

Staying with Raven was starting to feel like a mistake, and you felt yourself anxious. You needed to get out of here, and fast. If Bellamy truly was in danger like your father said, and you didn’t doubt your father’s word, then you were of no use here. But, what were you meant to do with a shock collar around your neck that would electrify you the moment you stepped out of the room?

You were pulled out of your thoughts the moment you felt the bed dip in weight. Turning, you saw Raven take a seat next to you, and was pleasantly surprised when you saw Echo walk in behind her. “Hey, Spacewalker,” she grinned, before her eyes fell on you. “Y/N.”

You nodded at her, a small smile lighting up your features at the sight of a familiar friend.

“Finally,” Raven chuckled, relieved, “tell me this is a rescue op.”

“It won’t be anything if we can’t get out of this church.” Echo took a piece of bread from Raven’s plate, taking a bite out of it as she surveyed the area around you. “I’m betting, by now, my girl’s figured out how to slip her collar.”

You felt your smile fall at Echo’s words, turning to Raven who shook her head, glum.

Echo frowned, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at a point past Raven’s shoulders. “They’re watching us,” she announced, “but there’s something I need you to see. The both of you,” you turned to her as she stressed her point, “let’s go get some water.”

You followed without fault, but you couldn’t help but feel yourself practically itch to ask if Bellamy was okay. You kept your mouth shut though, biting your tongue, as you knew that now was not the time.

Once you were secluded from the others, and away from the prying eyes of Diyoza’s men, Echo pulled out a small flash drive, setting it on the dish where the water usually resided. “Monty said I need to insert it into any console connected to the transport ship’s primary server,” Echo explained, pouring herself a glass of water.

Echo turned away, as you and Raven turned to the table. You peered past Raven’s shoulder as she picked up the small flash drive.

“It’s essentially a key-logger,” she begun, “auto-installs and opens a back door to their surveillance system that only Monty can see. Heh. It’s brilliant.” You bit your lip, turning away as to not seem too suspicious. “Too bad we can’t get to the bridge without our heads exploding.”

“What about Kane? Maybe he--”

“He’s with Diyoza,” you frowned, eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know what happened to him in that bunker, but he’s different.”

“You haven’t seen them,” Echo spoke, and you felt your heart plummet. You knew instantly of who she meant. “They’re all different.” Your frowned deepened, your worry increasing tenfold. “Murphy said you had someone inside their camp.”

Raven nodded, gesturing to Shaw.

“Can we trust him?”

“I hope so,” Raven mumbled, “he’s our only shot.”

Raven stepped away then, heading over to Shaw. You took this as your chance. “Echo,” you called, turning to her. “Bellamy?”

She bit her lip, eyes narrowing. “It’s not good.”

You opened your mouth to say more, but Echo’s attention was pulled elsewhere. Following her line of vision, you frowned when you saw Shaw step past Raven, as if she was nothing. Raven turned to the both of you then, chest rising and falling with a deep sigh as she turned back to her bed. Your attention was then pulled past her, watching as Kane walked into the room.

“I have some unfortunate news,” your father announced, coming to a stop before everyone. “Karina’s dead. She was Louwoda Kliron Kru, so the rites will be performed this afternoon. Together, we can make sure that her death will not be in vain.”

You stepped forward, intent on talking with your father, but he only turned, heading out of the room. You paused, hands falling by your side with disappointment. He certainly had changed.

Shaking your head, you walked up so you were beside Raven, stopping just beside her when Shaw threw a blanket at her. She looked at you, before slowly peeling back the blanket, revealing a note. You eyed her, curious as you both turned to read the note.

Don’t go to the funeral.

Your eye lit up with realization, this was your opportunity. “Raven,” you called, setting your hand on her shoulder. “I need to get out of here.”

“What?” She questioned, attention being pulled from the note to you as her eyes widened. “We can’t get out of here without these collars off, and you know that I do-”

“Bellamy’s in danger, Raven,” you explained, shoulders tensing. Taking a step towards the girl, you leaned in, whispering. “I need to get to him and I think I know who can help me.”

Raven’s eyes lit with realization, and then she frowned; “that’s if he even goes for i-”

“Raven,” you whispered, voce desperate. “Please.”

Raven sighed, shoulders dropping; “i’ll talk to him.”

“We have to be quick.”

Glancing around, you made sure no one was looking, turning to Shaw with a quick nod. “I know,” you assured, “you take the collar off, then we leave, and you get me out.”

“It’s a shitty plan,” he sighed, shaking his head. “There’s no guarantee this works, and if it doesn’t, I can’t promise Diyoza won’t-”

Setting your hand on the boy’s shoulders, you interrupted his nervous rambling. “Thank you,” you whispered, meeting his eyes with a nod. Pulling a gentle smile on your lips, you squeezed his shoulders. “Seriously, you’re doing a lot more than I can rightly ask for. And I cannot thank you enough.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed, shaking his head. “Let’s just do this. We’re running out of time.”

You nodded, making sure to remain silent. Shaw needed to focus if he was to get your collar off without triggering the shock, which you really didn’t want him to do.

It took some convincing, but miraculously enough, Raven had managed to convince Shaw to help you. You knew that, as Shaw had said, it was a shitty plan. There was no guarantee you’d make it out, and the possibility of being caught was ten to one. And then, if you did even manage to make it out, you had a long walk ahead of yourself. Shaw was only able to scrounge up some food and water, but the rations would only last so long.

There was no guarantee you’d even survive the walk back to Polis. But you were determined.

You’d do anything for Bellamy.

“Keep still,” Shaw ordered gruffly and you felt your body freeze in response.

“Sorry.”

Still, as you stood there, waiting for Shaw to get the collar off, you felt your fists clench tightly. You were sure your knuckles had turned white in response, and you felt your heart pound erratically against your chest. The stakes of this escape mission were high, and you hated leaving Raven and Echo behind - especially in the hands of your enemy.

But your hand had been forced. You could only guess, truly, what was happening to Bellamy. And maybe Octavia wasn’t all that bad, and you were overreacting. But you had not only heard it from your father, but Shaw and Echo themselves.

It seemed a lot had happened in the bunker that you didn’t quite understand. But you knew Bellamy, and you knew how he was. If Octavia was anything like you’d been told, Bellamy was in danger.

That much you knew.

“Almost there,” Shaw mumbled, brows drawn in in focus. You only hummed in response, nervously sliding your eyes across the room, afraid that one of Diyoza’s men would come walking in. Or maybe even Diyoza herself.

Then, “there,” Shaw exclaimed, and you felt the tightness around your neck loosen. Shaw leaned back, and the collar went with him. Your hand instinctively went to your own throat, rubbing it as Shaw nodded up at you.

“Okay,” he begun, turning, “we need to go.”

You followed behind him, stopping when he peered around the corner, making sure no one was near. “We have to stay in the shadows,” he explained, turning to you. “The moment we are outside, stay low, don’t get caught.”

You once again nodded, wordless as Shaw moved to walk out of the church. On the count of three, he moved, and you were quick to follow. Almost immediately, you crouched, tucking into yourself so as not to be seen. Shaw led you through the trees, making sure to remain covered at all times.

The walk was silent, but you had expected as much. You were constantly looking around, making sure that no one had seen either of you, and with each step, you grew closer to Bellamy.

“You can go out through the woods,” Shaw whispered, voice raspy as to remain silent. “I can only go so far, and then you’ll have to go on your own.”

Shaw and you continued to walk for a few more minutes, before he paused, turning to you. His eyes once again slid across the area, making sure you hadn’t been caught before his eyes fell on you. “Okay,” he grunted, “just go out here.” he pointed to his left, “and keep walking straight. Eventually, you’ll hit dry-land.”

“Okay,” you replied, glancing past his shoulder. You moved to step forward, before pausing, “Shaw, than-”

You were interrupted by an alarm blaring. Almost instantly your eyes widened, panic flooding your entire being. You turned to Shaw for help and for guidance, and you noticed his entire body tense in response, lips parting.

“They know you escaped,” he grumbled, shaking his head. Stepping forward, he peered past a tree, watching as everyone in the Valley fell into a fit of panic. Then, he turned to you; “you need to go,” he urged, “now.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be caught,” he dismissed, shaking his head, “just go.”

“Shaw-”

“You need to go, or else you’ll be caught too.”

You bit your lip, feeling your heart pound erratically against your chest. This was your one chance at getting to Bellamy, but it didn’t settle right within you to just leave the boy who’d risked his life for you in the first place. What would happen to him if he did get caught?

“Go!”

Sighing, you nodding, shuffling forward, still crouched. Just before you moved to stand and start running, you turned back to Shaw. “Take care of Raven for me.”

Shaw’s lips parted, and glancing back at you, he slowly nodded.

Each step felt like it weighed the world.

You felt a hand fall on your neck, brushing back your hair before lips pressed against the skin. You instantly knew who it was, and without question, a small smile fell on your lips in response.

You turned your body, so you were laying on your back rather then your side. You smiled up at Bellamy, your hand curling around his neck and pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his own. It was a short but sweet kiss, your lips against his own only for moment before he was pulling back, grinning down at you.

Then, his smile faltered somewhat, and his thumb stroked your cheek, concern befalling his expression. “Everything okay?”

You furrowed your brows in response, baffled by the question. “Yeah,” you assured, nodding your head. “Why?”

Bellamy bit his lip, maneuvering his body until he was sat by you on your shared bed. You pushed yourself up, so you were leaning against the bed board and facing Bellamy. Setting your hands in your lap, you patiently waited for Bellamy to explain himself.

“Raven told me...” His words trailed, obviously unable to find the courage to finish his sentence. But he didn’t need to you -- you were all too aware of what he was speaking off.

“Oh,” you mumbled, realization flooding you. “She told you about earlier? When I had my panic attack?”

Bellamy nodded.

With a soft smile, you leaned forward, sliding Bellamy’s hand in your own. “I’m fine,” you reassured, nodding at him. “It’s just sort of happened.”

“Your father?”

Your lips parted, surprised for a moment. Bellamy knew you too well, it was almost a little scary. Of course, you didn’t truly mind. So with a soft nod, you squeezed his hand, confirming his thoughts. “Yeah,” you whispered, “i’m just worried that i’ll never see him again.”

“You will,” Bellamy spoke, surprising you once again.

Pulling your eyes on him, Bellamy smiled at you; “I promise you, you’ll see your father again.

Your throat felt raw - the growing need for water becoming unbearable.

“The girl who lived under the floor?”

Bellamy nodded, a solemn expression on his face as he looked out the window. You bit your lip in thought, narrowing your eyes quizzically. It was all too obvious who he was speaking about. “Octavia, right?” You questioned, turning to him once again.

Bellamy’s lips parted, almost as if to argue, before a small smile fell on his lips and he nodded.

“How’d you know?”

Leaning into Bellamy’s embrace when he wrapped an arm around your waist, you let your head fall on his shoulder. After a year of being up on the Ark, you felt content right this moment. Of course there were days worse than others, and things didn’t always run smoothly. But in this moment, right now, by Bellamy’s side with no one else around, you felt content.

“You forget that my father was apart of the council,” you explained, shrugging your shoulders. “Plus, the girl under the floor was a popular topic in the Ark.”

Bellamy nodded, his eyes lighting up with an almost wistful expression. So much had changed, and it was hard to believe that you two had once been criminals sent down to the earth to test it. Nothing more the lab rats, willing to be disposed of for the better of the good citizens.

Look at you now.

All you saw was desert. No green, no life.

“The day can wait.”

“Y/N,” Bellamy sighed, but couldn’t help the smile that fell on his lips as he gazed down at you. You were currently sprawled out on the bed, peering up at Bellamy with a goofy smile as you held fast to his hand, desperate for him to not leave. “There’s work to be done. You should be getting up too.”

“You work hard every day,” you sighed, pushing yourself up so you were sat before Bellamy. He stood tall before you, and you had to strain your neck to look up at him. But you didn’t mind all that much, considering the view you got. “We both work hard every day. Can’t we just sleep in for once?”

“Y/N-”

You interrupted whatever Bellamy had been about to say by sliding your hands up his legs, purposely missing you-know-what, before letting your hands slide under his shirt. You followed your hands, pushing yourself up until you were sat on your knees, grinning up at Bellamy mischievously as you let your hand wander across his chest teasingly.

“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in a little?”

Bellamy looked like he wanted to argue. His head turned, and his eyes fell on the door to your bedroom, debating. But all it took was for you to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his chest before smirking up at him. It also didn’t help, mind you, that you only had a bra on and your shorts.

You looked too tempting to pass up.

“Fine,” Bellamy huffed, leaning into your hands as you cupped his cheeks. “But only for an hour. The others will be wondering where we are.”

“I knew I could convince you,” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Oh, shut up.”

Your knees felt weak, as if you’d fall over any moment.

“Do you ever think about them?”

You turned, letting your eyes fall on Bellamy as he kept his gaze straightforward. You didn’t have to ask to know who he was talking about, and with a sigh, you nodded. “All the time.”

“About her?”

You frowned, eyes falling on your lap where you fiddled with your hands. It was obvious that he was referring to Clarke, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness burn within you. While you and Clarke had never been particularly close, she’d sacrificed her life so that you got to live.

There was no greater act of bravery then that.

“Yes,” you nodded, looking up once again. “I think about how she must have died content knowing that we made it. That we got to live. And that she never felt lonely, because she knew that she’d saved her friends lives.”

You met Bellamy’s eyes then, nodding at him reassuringly. Bellamy blinked, smiling softly and somewhat hesitantly in return, moving his hand so he could slip it into your own.

You knew that he felt guilty. That he hadn’t himself for leaving Clarke behind. But you also knew, that no matter how simple your words had been, that you had been able to help ease his mind - if only just a little bit.

“She risked her life for us, Bell,” you whispered, squeezing his hand, “don’t waste it.”

You were so close, but it felt as if you were miles away.

“Bellamy!”

You groaned, your vision dotting at the corners as you tried to keep yourself straight up. It was taking strenuous effort just to pick up one foot at the time, and you felt your body screaming at you to fall asleep.

But you knew that was the last thing you could do. You may not know much about the human body, and how to heal someone when injured, but you did know that when you had a bump on the head (or in your case, something worse), falling asleep was about the worst thing you could do.

You leant heavily against Raven and Emori as they helped lead back you inside. Their desperate calls for help and Bellamy’s name rung throughout your head, as if it echoed in your very mind. Your vision blurred, and suddenly, with one blink, Bellamy was before you, grabbing your arms.

“What happened?” You heard him ask, voice laced with worry. You couldn’t quite pick out his face, but you knew it must have been covered with concern.

Bellamy pulled you from Raven and Emori’s hands, a hand falling on your lower back and one grabbing ahold of your hand as he led you over to the bench you usually ate at. Once you were sat, Raven left your side as Bellamy crouched before you, and Emori remained stood beside you. By now, the others had gathered, even Murphy had joined, mainly in concern, as you groaned out in pain.

Raven returned with a cloth, handing it to Bellamy who gently patted it against your bleeding forehead.

“Raven,” you heard Bellamy call, voice gruff. “What the hell happened?”

“It was an accident,” Raven sighed, shaking her head. “She slipped and everything came tumbling onto her. Truthfully, she’s lucky she didn’t break a bone.”

“Sure feels like I did,” you groaned, shifting uncomfortably.

Bellamy only frowned, finding your comment more worrisome then funny. Leaning forward, he pulled back the cloth, biting his lip in thought. “It looks serious,” he mumbled, turning back to the others with panicked eyes. “You’ll have to rest for the next little while.”

You hated the thought of that. You already felt useless enough, not really having a set job here on the Ark - being in recommission really didn’t help.

“Come on,” Bellamy whispered, wrapping an arm around you to help guide you to your feet. “I’ll get you to bed.”

Everything seemed to grow darker.

“Come on,” Bellamy sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to you. “It’s just a minor bump in the road.”

You didn’t reply. Rather, you remained laid on your side, back facing Bellamy as you stared at the wall adjacent to you. You knew you were being a baby, sulking like this just because you’d hurt yourself and now had to rest for the next few days. But something that had always bothered you, was being unable to help. Feeling useless.

And that’s exactly how you felt now.

“Y/N,” Bellamy urged, moving to grab your hand. You pulled your hand away before he could grasp your own, feeling guilt flood you at the gasp you received in response.

You felt like a child. Pouting and pulling away from Bellamy who was only just trying to help. You just couldn’t help yourself. And truly, you were in no rush to change the way things were.

“Well,” Bellamy mumbled, and you felt the bed shift, no doubt him moving to stand up. “I’ll come back to check in later.”

You once again remained silent, not even moving your body at bit as you listened closely to Bellamy’s footsteps grow farther and farther away from you. Then, just as he reached the door, you heard him pause, no doubt gazing back at you pleadingly.

You felt your heart tighten in response, anticipating his words.

“You know,” he begun, voice soft, “no one blames you.”

Biting your lip, you let your eyes fall shut.

“Accidents happen.”

But why did they always seem to happen to you? If it wasn’t your damn panic attacks, it was your lack of knowledge. And if it wasn’t that, it was your lack of talent. There was nothing you excelled in, unlike Raven or Monty, and even Emori who was learning from the best.

You just seemed to stay put. Useless as always.

“That doesn’t make you useless.”

You gasped, eyes snapping open.

“You’re more help then you think, Y/N. And when you’re ready, I think you’ll understand that.”

The door shut then, announcing Bellamy’s exit. You finally moved, turning around to stare at the door he’d just walked through.

Maybe he was right.

So close. Just a little bit more.

“When did you learn how to do this?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you bit back your smile. “I had a lot of free time,” you teased, eyes remaining focused on Bellamy’s arm that you were bandaging.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting.”

“I was,” you huffed, half-glaring up at the boy. “But there was no point laying in bed all day.”

“You’re quite good,” Bellamy complimented, smiling at you as he pulled away his fully bandaged arm. Eyeing it for a moment, he pulled his gaze from his arm to you, smiling lovingly your way. “I’m impressed.”

“We don’t have Clarke anymore,” you mumbled, dampening the mood somewhat. “Or Abby. It’s just us up here, and we don’t have any medicine either. I was lucky something worse hadn’t happened,” you frowned, touching your forehead slightly. “So I decided that i’m gonna learn the best I can about bandaging injuries and the such, and that way, if something does go wrong, we’re not all completely helpless.”

Biting his lip, Bellamy slipped his hand in your own, squeezing it. “I told you,” he teased, smirking lightly. “You’d find your way.”

With a soft blush on your cheeks, you shrugged your shoulders, chuckling softly.

“Not that you weren’t any help before,” Bellamy assured.

“I know,” you nodded, then paused, “or at least I do now. Thanks to you.” Bellamy nodded, he’d do anything to make you happy or content. And he was speaking the truth. You were more help then you thought you were, and Bellamy wouldn’t be where he was now without you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The moment you saw it, you let yourself go.

You heard the distant calls of voices, all mixed together, screaming that there was an intruder. That something was happening. Part of you realized that your own people could very well shoot you right there and then, but your exhaustion over-rid your rational thinking.

You could barely walk on your own two feet anymore.

So, pushing yourself just that last little bit, you let yourself fall. You collapsed to your knees first, and then face first into the sand, chest rising and falling rapidly.

You heard footsteps heading your way, along with the calls of many different voices. “Intruder!”

“What’s she doing?”

“Is she okay?”

“What do we do?”

You barely registered the fact that a group of them had surrounded you, weapons pointed at your head if you made one sudden movement. “Should we kill her?”

“Bloodreina will want to see her first, i’m sure.”

“She’s the enemy. We shou-”

“Wait!”

The voice seemed familiar, but you felt no strength within you to pick up your head and see exactly who was speaking. It was silent for a moment longer, a pair of footsteps headed your way before once again pausing before you. Then, there was a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you until you were on your back. And through your heavy lids and the hot sun beating down on your back, you saw Miller.

“Y/N?”

You wanted to respond. Say something. But you found barely any sound left your lips when you moved them, and your vision was darkening at the corners.

All you managed to whisper before you finally fell unconscious was; “Bellamy...”

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consider: the mildly canon divergent au where phichit tapped viktor first :3c

OH I’LL CONSIDER IT and then write it, hell yeah.

There was a moment in Beijing at the hot pot place Yuuri should have given more consideration to in retrospect.

Upon Phichit’s arrival, Yuuri set out to introduce them. “Phichit, this is Victor Nikiforov.”

“Nice to see you again, Phichit,” Victor said with a smile, though not his usual we just met and I’m being nice smile. It was more comfortable, more familiar.

“Same to you, Victor!” Phichit said with a grin. “Makkchin looks great when I see your photos!”

“Oh she’s wonderful,” Victor gushes. “My baby girl.”

“I’m glad, that last video on your story when you left to come here was so sweet,” Phichit adds.

“Ah! Thank you!” Victor beams. “I like your progress on your quads, though if I can suggest when you begin the jumps to—”

This went on for a while, and Yuuri didn’t really get why they knew so much about each other independent of him, but figure skating is a small world, and Phichit had a qualifier with Victor before Sochi. Maybe that was it.

He forgot almost immediately when Ciao Ciao arrived and nearly died thanks to a shellfish allergy, then Victor was naked and Guang Hong looked like he was gonna cry, and well…that’s that.

Then the Beijing Banquet happens and champagne is had. Victor kissed Yuuri in front of God and all of mankind, and he feels pretty good about things between them now, like maybe when they get back to Hasetsu they can spend a couple hours at the owl cafe and then hold hands walking through the park.

Chris stands beside him with a cocktail the same color as the sequins on Guang Hong’s pink and black costume. He sips it like an old pro and gives Yuuri a smile. “We’ll probably be reunited in Barcelona, schazi.”

Yuuri hates counting his chickens before they hatch. Still, with Victor he feels invincible sometimes. “Maybe.” He clinks his glass against the hot pink martini, and the two of them watch across the room as Phichit and Victor chat about something at the buffet.

Chris’s eyes are a little overly focused on Phichit, especially below his waist at the vent in his suit jacket. Chris is an ass man, always has been an ass man, a fact with which Yuuri is…he’ll leave it at well-acquainted. “Sensational,” Chris says.

“That was out loud,” Yuuri reminds him as he loses himself in the light shining through Victor’s eyes as he picks up an obscenely large slice of beef wellington. Victor still loves the novelty of being able to just eat whatever, and there’s likely no end in sight.

“I inentionally said it out loud,” Chris replies with a sip. “Art should always be vocally appreciated in its own time.”

Yuuri doesn’t have much to say to that. Victor and Phichit rejoin them at the table animatedly chattering about something Yuuri has no passing familiarity with.

Music, he realizes. They’re discussing an album.

“I think next season, maybe ‘Non, je ne regrette rien’ for my free skate,” Phichit declares. “Though…that may be a better retirement fit. What do you think Victor?”

“I think Edith Piaf is an any time choice for skating,” Victor says as he takes a moment to stroke Yuuri’s hand under the table. Then he cuts his meat and takes a bite. “Though, the sentiment of the song — you’re right, that’d be more appropriate for your final competitive bow.” He looks at Yuuri. “If I came back tomorrow, perhaps I’d use ‘La vie, l’amour’.”

“Life and love,” Chris intones with a silent toast before giving Phichit a smile. Phichit smiles back with a twinkle in his eye.

As those weird American test questions go, Chris Giacometti is to Phichit Chulanont what Victor Nikiforov is to Katsuki Yuuri. Which is why he’s never told Phichit about the time spent with Chris. He doesn’t want to make him feel like he’s been given Yuuri’s leftovers.

(Yuuri is grossed out by the expression ‘sloppy seconds’ because people are not that weird loose meat American sandwich thing he’ll go to his deathbed not admitting he loves eating, thanks.)

Phichit runs a finger across the rim of his whiskey tumbler. “You like Edith Piaf, Chris?”

“I would be a dishonor on all native French speakers if I said no,” Chris replies.

“How do you feel about Serge Gainsbourg?” Phichit continues. It’s obvious flirting, his voice kind of low and warm compared to a minute ago.

Yuuri gives Victor a smile, letting Chris and Phichit hopefully connect. “I can get gold next month,” Yuuri promises.

Victor smiles like Yuuri’s all he sees. “I don’t doubt it.”

A server comes and before anyone can speak, Phichit orders Yuuri more champagne and…somehow he knows Victor’s preferences for Kir Royales. “Chris?” Phichit asks.

“Another of these theme drinks,” Chris says with a point at the pink liquor.

“Two of those,” Phichit adds. He finishes his whiskey.

“Thanks, Phichit,” Victor says.

Yuuri looks at his best friend. “How’d you know that?”

“Hm?” Phichit asks.

“That Victor likes Kir Royales,” Yuuri clarifies.

Victor gives Phichit a lengthy look, like he’s deciding how to let him answer. Phichit shrugs and smiles. “We had Skate Canada last year together as our assignments. He saw my gala piece to ‘Defying Gravity’ and we…hung out.”

Victor coughs and is suddenly really into his beef.

Chris’s brows furrow. “Hung out?”

Phichit seems to realize something and he uncharacteristically clams up. “I mean we…had dinner. In a well-lit public place with witnesses.”

Victor sighs. He rubs his face for a moment. He gives Phichit a look. “No, we didn’t unless by ‘well-lit public place with witnesses,’ Phichit means the bedroom part of my suite and room service.”

Chris raises an eyebrow now. Like to the atmosphere.

Yuuri swallows. “So you…just hung out watching musicals.”

“We…Netflix and Chilled,” Phichit says. His smile is a bit sheepish.

“I know what that means,” Chris remarks. He sounds…unamused. He still wears a smile but it’s definitely lacking any warmth or real happiness.

Narrowing his eyes, Yuuri zooms in on Phichit. “You made it with Victor? A year ago? And never said anything?”

“I…didn’t say anything either,” Victor points out. “But I wasn’t aware you were the friend Phichit mentioned until now.”

Yuuri stares at Victor. “The what?”

“I mentioned you when we…” Phichit coughs. “I mean you know, I just…in the afterglow said my good friend was a lifelong fan.”

Yuuri throws his glasses on the table like he’s in a soap opera. “Every time with Chris I spared your dignity after by leaving you out of things! What the hell, Phichit?”

Victor’s eyes are huge as he stares at Yuuri like some kind of scared barn animal.

Chris covers his mouth with his right hand, his cheeks turning bright pink like his dragon fruit cocktails.

Phichit’s perfectly threaded eyebrows rise into his hairline. The sharp wings of his eyeliner stab through Yuuri like broken glass. “Perhaps I should seek a specialist when I return to Thailand, but did you just say ‘every time with Chris I left you out of things’, Yuuri?”

The server brings their drinks. Yuuri chugs his, Victor’s, and Chris’s in turn. The alcohol fails him — this situation is still happening against his fondest wishes. “I mean…okay…look—”

Chris clears his throat, and then gives Phichit a reproachful smile. “We never listened to Gainsbourg, if it makes you feel better, ma pêche. That I only save for someone special, provided my chances have not been ah…thoroughly shattered.”

Phichit gives Chris a look like he’s Anubis at the gates of the afterlife. He must deem Chris’s heart lighter than the feather, because he simply sips his whiskey with a, “We’ll see.” He then turns his ire onto Yuuri. “You however — “

“You have negative room to talk!” Yuuri retorts. “Sleeping with Victor a year ago, before I ever got to meet him — “

“Not my fault you never acted like an adult and introduced yourself!” Phichit replies. “Also you know…it’s like I loosened the mayo jar for you, in a way.”

“Wow that is definitely a metaphor,” Victor says with an awkward laugh.

Yuuri puts his glasses back on after cleaning off some stray beurre blanc sauce. “Well. Since we’re all loosening jars apparently, consider the times I banged Chris that for you. We’re even.” He grabs Victor by the back collar of his bespoke, expensive-as-shit blazer, and without any further preamble, yanks him away. “Thanks for loosening the jar!”

Sometime later, because the field where Yuuri grows his fucks has become barren, he lies in a tangle of soiled (as in “no a $20 won’t work for the housekeeping tip, my parents own an inn, trust me”) sheets, with a really satisfied and borderline dazed Victor next to him, Yuuri thinks to grab his phone to double-check their flight time.

“Yuuurrriiiii,” Victor croons. “That was —”

“If you’re going to tell me anything about Phichit and his…prowess, I will shut you up again the way I did when we first got back here,” Yuuri warns.

“…That’s not a threat, Yuuri,” Victor points out. “It’s incentive.”

Yuuri looks at the photo Phichit texted him of Chris sleeping on his stomach with bruises and nail scratches down his back. Phichit has framed his own face just so like he did the Instgram post of Victor and Yuuri from a few days ago, only instead of the shocked expression he’s got his finger to his lips like he’s shushing Yuuri.

There’s only one short sentence with it: Thanks for loosening the jar.

Yuuri smiles. You too, he replies.

#lily is a mad genius #dommi's fic #prompts #victuuri #phichimetti #phichit x victor needs a name?#nikifornont? maybe? idk #omgkatsudonplease

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Dinner Date

Summary: Ben takes Vivian on their first real date. (NSFW)

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Vivian-Last Friday at 6:47 PM

Vivian walked up to a small restaurant, the place she was meeting Ben. The last time they had hang out had ended on a sour note, but Vivian was hoping things would go differently this time. She was thrilled when he had texted her, asking to take her out to dinner. Before walking in, she looked at her reflection in the window, fluffing her hair and giving herself a look. Damn, these jeans flattered her body. She walked in and looked around, not seeing Ben, so she decided to just wait at the front.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 7:01 PM

Ben had chosen a place far enough outside of his usual neighborhood that he wouldn't run into any of his friends, who would undoubtedly scare Vivian off. It took him longer to drive to the restaurant but he arrived right on time to find her at the front of the restaurant. Walking up to her, he gave her a bright smile. "Hey! You look beautiful. " He opened the door for her and then stepped in after to find a booth to sit at. "Do you like hot wings?"

Vivian-Last Friday at 7:03 PM

Vivian’s face lit up when she saw Ben. “Thank you,” She said, and followed him into the restaurant. They were led to a table, so she sat down across from him and said, “of course I do! Who doesn’t? By the way, you look great too.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 7:07 PM

"Crazy people." He said with a laugh. "Thank you." He smiled at her compliment. After ordering their drinks and some hot wings, he sat back and looked her over. "What have you been up to since I last saw you?"

Vivian-Last Friday at 7:10 PM

“Just working,” Vivian said with a shrug, “The restaurant is busy. It’s the summer. This is my only night off this week, so you better make it worthwhile.” She gave him a wink and then grabbed a wing. “What about you?” She said before taking a bite. “Hot!!” She exclaimed putting the wind down and immediately taking a sip of her drink.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 7:20 PM

"Oh, come on. You know this night will be amazing." He winked back. He chuckled as she said it was too hot. "Maybe I shouldn't have gone full force there. I'll ask for extra ranch." He offered before taking a bite as well. "I've just been training for my next fight. The dude is really good and bigger than me so I might get my ass beat."

Vivian-Last Friday at 7:22 PM

“Did you just say ranch?” Vivian gasped, “You’re my soulmate. But I��m gonna handle this.” She picked up her wing and took another bite. “Not so bad the second time around,” She smiled, and then said, “I don’t know if I wanna see that fight if you’re gonna get beat up. All I’ll want to do is kiss you a million times to heal up all your wounds.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:02 PM

"Ranch is the best. I eat it on like everything." He watched her take another bite and nodded his head. "Alright, just let me know." He said with a chuckle. "Oh, well then I will call you after so you can take care of me. Getting beat up just comes with the territory so you better get used to a fucked up face. I haven't been challenged in a while so I'm lookin' okay right now." He joked.

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:07 PM

“Same. Oh my god. I love ranch. Let’s get some anyway,” She said, waving the server over and asking for some. She finished the wing and took another sip of her drink. “I’d love to take care of you,” She giggled, shrugging her shoulders. “But I believe in you. You can beat up anyone.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:08 PM

"Did you want to order anything else or are you good with wings?" He asked her with a laugh. "I like being taken care of now and then, so be my guest. I could use some hot nurse action." He joked. "I could, thank you for the ego boost."

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:11 PM

“I’m good with these,” Vivian said with a smile. “Hey, I like being taken care of too. But I could also be a hot nurse if you wanted me to.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:25 PM

"We'll just take care of each other, sound good?" He asked as he took a drink of his beer.

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:26 PM

“Sounds great,” Vivian said, eating another wing. The conversation lulled for a minute and then she said, “Tell me a secret.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:26 PM

"A secret? What kind?" He asked with a smirk.

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:28 PM

“A secret!” She laughed, “could be anything. Something dirty, funny, sexual.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:32 PM

"Well shit, I don't know." He thought for a long moment. "I once got arrested for trying to get in through my window after I left my keys inside. The cops wouldn't believe me that it was my apartment. It took them a whole fucking night to figure out that was my real address."

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:33 PM

Vivian laughed. “Oh my god, that’s such a bummer. Couldn’t you have just shown them your driver’s license?”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:35 PM

"I left my wallet at my house! And the cops just know me so they weren't buying anything I was telling them."

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:36 PM

“The cops know you? That sounds suspicious...”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:43 PM

He laughed "I mean, you were gonna find out eventually that I have a record. I'm getting my shit my together though. It's been... Almost a year since I was last arrested."

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:47 PM

“It’s good you’re getting it together,” Vivian said, feeling like her life was in the midst of spinning out of control. She had some more wings, not bothering to ask any more questions about his record. She figured it was none of her business.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:52 PM

"Yeah." He gave her a small smile. "Does that bother you?" He asked to be sure.

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:53 PM

Vivian shook her head. “No, I have my fair share of dark history.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:53 PM

"You should tell me." He told her with a smile.

Vivian-Last Friday at 8:55 PM

“I’ve...got a history with drugs and stuff. And stripping.” Her voice got quieter. “I’ve never really told anyone this before. I kept those people separate from the people I spent my time with. Maybe it’s not a big deal, but it feels big to me.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 8:58 PM

"That's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, I know that's not everyone's dream life or anything but we all make mistakes. " He shrugged. Honestly, her problems sounded just like everyone else he knew, but that wasn't saying much.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:00 PM

Vivian looked and saw that most of the wings were gone, except for one. “Eat that last one and let’s get out of here,” She suggested, finishing her drink. “I’d rather not talk about this kind of stuff here.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:01 PM

"Alright alright." He agreed and finished off the last hot wing. He paid for their meal and walked outside to his car. "Do you want to go back to my place?"

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:03 PM

“Yeah,” Vivian nodded, and then got into Ben’s car. After a few minutes, she said to him, “Sorry I kinda closed up, I’m not proud of the stripping and cocaine days. Now I try to stick to only weed.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:06 PM

"It's okay. Everyone I hang out with is pretty much involved with the same shit so just.. Don't weird talking to me about this kind of thing. Honestly, I dealt for a long time and that's part of why I am so known by the cops. " He told her to see if that would open her up more.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:08 PM

“I was just in a place where I felt like I could do anything,” Vivian shrugged. “I don’t know why, that happens to me sometimes. Sometimes I get sad, and then sometimes I feel like...invincible. It’s frustrating.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:09 PM

He pulled up in front of his building and looked over at her. "At least you feel like you're doing right by yourself now, right?"

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:11 PM

Vivian didn’t want to make it seem like there was something wrong with her. She looked at him and smiled. “I’m fine,” She nodded, and then looked out the window. “Is this where you live?”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:12 PM

"Yeah, it is.. Don't judge it too much. I'm working on getting out of here." He said as he got out of the car. He walked around to her side to open the door and held his hand out for her.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:15 PM

Vivian took Ben’s hand and walked up to the building with him. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging,” She said. “Just take me upstairs and tell me how pretty I am,” she laughed.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:17 PM

"Sure." He laughed as he led her up to his apartment and unlocked the door. He managed to have a pretty good set up from his days of dealing drugs, nicer furniture and a TV. "Want something to drink? I have.. Well, everything. Or weed."

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:20 PM

Vivian walked into the apartment and looked around, giving it a nod. “Can I have some weed?” She asked, and then took a step closer to Ben. “But can we kiss for a second first?”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:21 PM

He closed the space between them and cupped her cheek. "That's all I've wanted to do tonight." He said before pressing his lips to hers.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:27 PM

Vivian kissed Ben back softly for a second, and then pulled away. “Do I taste like hot wings?”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:28 PM

"A little bit. It's kind of just a turn on." He joked, moving in for one more kiss before he moved to his bedroom to get his bong. He came back and set it all up for her in front of the couch. "There ya go." He pushed it toward her.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:30 PM

Vivian went over to the couch and sat down. When Ben came back with the bong, she held it up to him. “Cheers,” she smiled before taking a huge hit. This resulted in her having a coughing fit, and she ended up laying on the couch feeling winded. “Woah.”

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:31 PM

He rubbed her back softly as she coughed it out. "You okay? Want some water?" He asked with a laugh before taking a long hit himself.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:32 PM

“Water would be nice,” She said softly, sitting back up on the couch. “That got me totally stoned though,” She laughed, not seeing as straight as she had been before she took the hit.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:33 PM

He got up to get her a glass of water and placed it in her hand. "Good. I'll be right there with you in a second." He said before taking another hit. He let it settle as he relaxed against the couch.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:34 PM

Vivian drank her water and then put it down beside the bong. She leaned back with Ben, cuddling up to him. “You’re the best,” She said simply.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:36 PM

"I know." He joked as he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm really glad we got to hang out tonight. And I have nothing else to do so you could stay here if you want."

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:37 PM

“That’s probably a good idea, I don’t think I would be able to find my way home in this state,” She admitted. “But I’m glad too. Man, do I have a crush on you.” She regretted her words for a moment and then let it go.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:39 PM

"You definitely don't have to when you can be right here with me." He said softly. At her words, he smiled and pulled away to look at her. "I have a pretty big crush on you too." He told her before moving his lips to hers once again.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:40 PM

Vivian kissed Ben back, letting her one hand drift up to play with his hair. She kissed him softly and then kissed him harder, leaning into him a bit.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:41 PM

Ben kissed her back, letting their kiss deepen as he slowly pushed her back against the couch so he could be over her. His hand moved to her waist, then under her shirt. "I really don't know how I controlled myself the last time we were together. You're so hot." He spoke as his kisses moved down to her neck.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:43 PM

Vivian moaned as Ben started to kiss her neck. “You’re insanely hot. Why did you think I was so upset when you left?” She placed her hands on his arms, feeling his muscles.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:45 PM

"I'm worth the wait." He nipped at her skin as his hands ventured up her shirt, bunching it up along the way. He pulled away so he could pull it over her head, then moved right back to her neck.

Vivian-Last Friday at 9:48 PM

Vivian helped Ben take her shirt off, and then just lay there to enjoy and process for a moment. She was pretty high, so everything felt like it was going in slow motion. She reached for the bottom of Ben’s shirt. “Take this off,” she whispered.

Benjamin-Last Friday at 9:51 PM

He pulled away once more to grab his shirt by the back of the neck and pull it off. He threw it to the floor and looked down at her as his hands moved down her sides. "Amazing fucking body." He told her, letting his hands stop at the hem of her jeans so he could unbutton them.July 21, 2018

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:19 AM

Vivian almost drooled when she saw Ben shirtless, he was so perfect. She smiled when he talked about her body, and she replied, “I was blessed.” When she felt her jeans being unbuttoned, she pulled Ben close and whispered into his ear, “I want you to finger me.” She could already feel that she was super wet and knew that he would have no problems.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 6:29 AM

He bit his lip as she spoke, more than happy to give her whatever she wanted in the moment. With her pants undone, he pushed them down her legs and brought his hand back to her center to press against her clit over her panties. "Already wet for me.." He smirked as he pushed her panties aside to actually touch her.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:35 AM

Vivian let out a moan as Ben touched her, reaching and putting her fingers in his hair. “Don’t be shy,” She told him, “I want at least three fingers.” She laughed a little and then put her head back, arching her back a bit as she felt the sensations move through her body.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 6:38 AM

Ben raised his eyebrows, "At least?" He asked with a chuckle. Doing as she wanted, he pressed his finger into her then another as he began to pump his hand. His lips moved back to her neck as he worked her, pressing kisses along her skin before latching onto her.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:42 AM

Vivian sighed happily as Ben fingered her, feeling herself get wetter every second. After a minute or so, she moaned, “Harder, please.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 6:44 AM

He slipped another finger into her before doing as she asked and moving his hand harder into her. Lifting his head, he looked down at her to watch her writhe beneath him.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:48 AM

Vivian’s hips started to move in motion with Ben’s fingers. “You’re so perfect,” She barely got out, having so much pleasure that she couldn’t talk.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 6:50 AM

"You've got me so fucking hard." He told her as his hand continued to work her. "I want to fuck you so bad."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:53 AM

“Take me to your bedroom,” Vivian said, her eyes looking intensely into Ben’s. She kicked her jeans all the way off and moved her hands to his pants, starting to unbutton.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 6:56 AM

He nodded his head and pulled away from her once his jeans were undone. He shoved them down his legs, kicking them to the side before he held his hand out to her to lead her to his bedroom. He moved to his dresser first to grab a condom so it wouldn't be forgotten. After setting it on his nightstand, he moved to the bed and kissed her heatedly.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 6:58 AM

Vivian lay down on the bed and kissed Ben back, letting her hands roam his body. Her one hand eventually found his penis, feeling how hard he was through his underwear. “Is that for me?” She giggled, grabbing it and giving it a little squeeze.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 7:00 AM

"Mhm.." He smirked, moving his hips a bit to get more out of her. "You got me this hard without even touching me. That's how fucking hot you are."(edited)

Vivian-Last Saturday at 7:02 AM

Vivian pushed Ben so that he was laying on his back, and she got on top of him, kissing him deeply. She worked her kisses down his body to his underwear, looking up at him before pulling it off completely. “Oh, Ben,” She sighed, looking at his cock. She couldn’t help but wrap her lips around it, starting to deepthroat.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 7:05 AM

Ben watched her move down his body and groaned when her lips wrapped around him. His hand moved down to tangle in her hair. "Goddam, you're so good."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 7:08 AM

Vivian continued to suck on his cock, bobbing her head up and down to make sure she was getting the whole thing in her mouth. She moved her tongue as she did so, flicking the tip every so often. “You like that?” She asked as she came up for air, looking at Ben with a fiery look in her eyes.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 8:38 AM

He nodded his head "I cant wait to be inside of you." He tugged playfully at her hair.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 8:40 AM

She continued for a little while longer, and then stopped because her jaw was starting to hurt. “Can you fuck me now?” Vivian asked, looking up at Ben with puppy dog eyes.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 8:40 AM

"Lay down." He demanded as he sat up to grab the condom. He rolled it on, then found Vivian with a kiss once more.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 9:45 AM

Vivian did as she was told, laying down. “I like when you tell me what to do,” She said sweetly, using her hand to rub her clit as she waited for him. She kissed him back with lots of intensity, and when she pulled away, she felt like her lips were on fire.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 9:55 AM

He settled between her legs as they kissed and gripped himself to place before her center. He ran himself along her slit before pushing into her with a low groan.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 9:57 AM

Vivian moaned when Ben entered her, grabbing onto his muscles and giving them a squeeze. “Oh yes,” She sighed, pulling him closer as he fucked her. She moved her hips to be in sync with his thrusts.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 9:59 AM

Ben began to thrust into her, his head ducking next to her shoulder. When he decided he wanted to look at her, he pushed himself up onto his knees and held her hip with one hand while the other moved to her breast.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 10:00 AM

Vivian looked into Ben’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile, but then he hit her sweet spot and she moaned again. “Holy fuck,” She almost yelled, closing her eyes and arching her back, holding her hips up a little more.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 10:13 AM

He could feel himself growing closer so he brought his thumb to her clit. "I'm so close.. Are you?"

Vivian-Last Saturday at 10:51 AM

“Yes,” Vivian moaned, “Harder.” She knew she was so close, and then all of a sudden she just let go. She gasped as she came, getting so tight that she managed to push Ben out of her. Her hand gripped the sheets, riding the intense wave that was rolling through her body. She moaned again, getting a second hit of her orgasm.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 11:30 AM

Ben's movements grew harder until he felt her tighten around him. He came undone just in time for her to push him out. "Fuck.. you're amazing. " he grinned, letting out a breath.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 11:47 AM

Vivian lay there, catching her breath from the huge orgasm she had just had. “That was...” She said, trailing off because she couldn’t even come up with words to describe how great she felt. Like a reflex, when Ben was off of her, she curled up into a little ball and moved closer to him to cuddle.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 11:48 AM

He lay down and wrapped his arm around her. "Now you definitely have to stay the night." He chuckled.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 11:49 AM

Vivian nodded and nestled her face into the crook of his neck, taking him in. She leaned back and gave him a kiss. “That was literally the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” She told him.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 11:52 AM

"Wow, I feel honored." He said with a smirk. "Seriously though, that was amazing."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 11:53 AM

“I know,” She giggled, still high as a kite. “I’m glad we waited, at least until the second date.” She laughed.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 11:54 AM

"I am too. Built up a little tension first.." He shrugged.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 11:56 AM

“I still really like you,” She said, stretching out her legs on the bed. She took her hand and put it to his cheek, stroking his face for a quick moment before pulling away.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 11:57 AM

"I like you even more now." He said playfully, his eyes on hers as she stroked his cheek.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:00 PM

“Was the sex as good as you thought it would be?” She asked, a glimmer in her eye.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:12 PM

"It was even better than I imagined." He said with a nod. "Was I what you expected?"

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:13 PM

“Better,” She smiled, “Your penis was bigger than I thought it would be though, which was a pleasant surprise.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:13 PM

"I don't have big dick energy?" He joked.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:15 PM

“Hey, I never said that,” She laughed, “I wasn’t expecting small, but I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be that big. My jaw was sore.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:18 PM

"Mm, that's pretty hot, honestly." He turned to give her a kiss.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:19 PM

“You’re hot,” She chuckled, pulling him closer and kissing him back.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:25 PM

"You are." He grinned against her lips. "I seriously feel like I'm dreaming. Like you're too perfect."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:26 PM

“Well what’s so perfect about me, hmm?” Vivian asked with a smirk.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:27 PM

"You're hot, you like hot wings, you smoke weed, you aren't completely threatened and offended by my job, you are amazing in bed. I mean.. Do something weird so I don't feel so intimidated." He joked.(edited)

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:28 PM

I think I’m bipolar, Vivian wanted to say. It danced there on the tip of her tongue, but saying it out loud would make it real. “Nope, I guess I’m just perfect,” She shrugged.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:29 PM

"Well, I'll just have to step my game up so I don't fuck this up then."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:29 PM

“There’s no way you could fuck this up. You’re perfect.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:30 PM

He scoffed "Yeah, okay. I'm glad you think so." He kissed her cheek.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:31 PM

“The only thing that would make you more perfect is some more confidence,” She said.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:32 PM

"I'm confident. I have just been too much to a lot of people, that's all." He shrugged.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:36 PM

“I’m looking for someone that’s more than me,” She admitted, “I’m always too much. It’s like a broken record. I want to be the least hassle for once. I want to be given the opportunity to look out for someone, for once.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:37 PM

"Well, not to brag but I'm pretty fucking crazy so I could be just that guy." He joked, giving her a wink.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:38 PM

Vivian smiled brightly. “Maybe too soon to tell, but I could see you being very good for me.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:40 PM

His eyes met hers with a small smile before he just gave her a kiss. "Are you really not gonna come to my fight? Cause it'd be cool if you were there."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:41 PM

“Of course I’ll come to your fight,” She said with a smile, “I have to cheer on my man.” She didn’t mean to say that, so blush rose to her cheeks.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:42 PM

He laughed lightly, his hand moving to her side. "Good. That way if I get beat up at least I have a beautiful woman to console me."(edited)

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:43 PM

“I’ll take you home and ice your face for you,” She said, “though I don’t think you’re gonna get beat up.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:55 PM

"Ugh, I don't want to. I've been training like crazy this week."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 12:57 PM

“I believe in those big strong muscles,” She smiled, giving one of his arms a squeeze

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 12:58 PM

He laughed "Alright, you better be this willing to talk me up if I lose." He joked.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:04 PM

“Of course,” She laughed. “I’ll be your own personal cheerleader.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:04 PM

"I like that." He grinned. "Now I feel like I have to cheer you on at work but I think that might come off douchey in a restaurant."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:05 PM

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Vivian smirked. “You could come by sometime though. I’ll serve you.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:06 PM

"What kind of restaurant is it?" He asked.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:14 PM

“It’s probably right up your alley,” She said, now that she thought about it, “Pub food, lots of beer, chill place. And if there’s a game then it’s definitely on.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:14 PM

"Sounds awesome. I'll definitely come and check it out. When are you usually there?"

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:15 PM

“Almost every night, I’m up for a possible promotion,” Vivian beamed, “Night shift manager. The current one is leaving to have a baby.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:20 PM

"Fuck yeah, that's awesome. Do you like working there?"

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:22 PM

Vivian shrugged. “I like it enough. I’m good at it. I can multitask like nobody’s business. And the customers like me. Probably because a lot of them are men and I’m hot.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:30 PM

"That is probably true, but you're probably a pretty cool waitress too which would help."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:31 PM

“What would make me so cool?” She giggled, “I put smiley faces on the bills but that’s about it.”

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:31 PM

"Cause you have a good personality, duh." He laughed.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:32 PM

“Cause that’s what everyone’s looking for, a good personality,” Vivian rolled her eyes.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:32 PM

"I like a good personality." He scoffed again.

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:41 PM

“But if I was ugly would you still like a good personality?” She asked, feeling insecure about herself.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 1:57 PM

"Of course. You're cool. But you're also extremely beautiful so you don't have to worry about that."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 1:59 PM

“You’re extremely beautiful,” Vivian giggled, feeling herself get all giddy because of the weed. She rolled onto her stomach and put her face into the pillow. “I’m sleepy.” She said.

Benjamin-Last Saturday at 2:00 PM

"I am pretty exhausted too. I spent all day in the gym." He said with a yawn as he put his arm around her. "Goodnight."

Vivian-Last Saturday at 2:08 PM

“Goodnight,” Vivian said, turning onto her side and cuddling up to Ben. She was asleep minutes later.

#c:vf

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