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missfangirll · 3 years

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Strawberries & Cigarettes

Fandom: Guardian Rating: General Relationship: Shen Wei / Zhao Yunlan Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Falling In Love, Pining, First Kiss, Established Relationship, 4+1 Things, Words: 3461 Summary: Four times strawberries (and cigarettes) remind Shen Wei of Zhao Yunlan, and one time he doesn't need reminding.

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I have had the title (this song) in my head for a while but couldn't find the plot for it. Also, it's really more of a 4 things fic, the last chapter is just crack, I'm sorry ^^ Maybe if I feel like it I'll write a proper +1, but for now that's all I can offer xD

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One

It had been an especially draining day for Shen Wei, and he was once more grateful for his mask as he plopped down slightly less graceful than usual next to Kunlun at the campfire, stifling a sigh. The man shifted a little on his log to make room for Shen Wei, with such a natural ease that it made the other’s heart flutter, and wordlessly held a bowl in Shen Wei’s direction. As he didn't move to take it, Kunlun looked up and frowned. “You haven’t eaten anything today,” he said, sounding accusatory, and glared at the younger man, a challenge in his eyes. Shen Wei opened his mouth to answer with his usual evasive politeness when Kunlun added softly, “Let me take care of you, Shen Wei.” His heart stuttered and his breath caught. Having Kunlun’s tender affection directed so boldly at him always left him feeling warm and soft and he didn't have it in him to fight it.

Smiling softly, he took the bowl with a nod and started eating. He hadn't even noticed before how starved he really was, but filling his empty stomach did wonders for the chill in his bones and he felt more energetic than he had all day.

Kunlun watched him as he ate, smiling fondly, fiddling with a strand of hair that had escaped his braids. Shen Wei had to look away and focus on his stew in order to calm his jittery heart. After he had finished and leaned back to make himself more comfortable on the log, he took of his mask and hood, not able to suppress a faint smile. Kunlun always looked so happy, almost giddy when he did that, and he really liked the ever-changing expressions on the other’s face. Kunlun reached into his robes and fished out a small leather pouch that he shook in Shen Wei’s direction, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “I don’t have any more sweets,” he said, grinning, “but I got this,” he gave the pouch a shake, “from one of the cooks instead.” His smile widened. “She gave it to me when I told her I wanted to impress someone special.”

Shen Wei choked on air and had to hide his blazing face behind his sleeve. After he had overcome his coughing fit, he looked warily at the other, trying to gauge the expression on his face. But Kunlun’s smile hadn't changed, it still held the same fondness and warmth he always saw in it, so he took a deep breath and redirected his attention to the pouch the other still held between them.

“What is it?”

Kunlun grinned and held out a palm. “Give me your hand,” he asked and Shen Wei complied, still feeling a bit shy. Kunlun tipped the bag to drop the contents into his waiting hand and Shen Wei couldn’t suppress a smile at the sight of the small red orbs that tumbled out. Wild strawberries. Dried strawberries, probably collected some months before under a blazing summer sun, carefully prepared to conserve a tiny sliver of summer in the cold dark months.

Mirroring his smile, Kunlun put the now empty pouch away and nudged Shen Wei with a shoulder. “Eat,” he ordered, “I got them for you.”

Ignoring his red ears, Shen Wei shook his head slightly and held his palm closer to the other. “You have to try them first,” he said, “you like sweets.” The other gave him a look. “Ah, Shen Wei, you…” He trailed off, a cheeky grin slowly spreading over his face. “You know, you could feed me,” he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and Shen Wei had to violently smother another coughing fit. To mask his embarrassment, he took a handful of the small fruits and put them into his mouth. Tart sweetness spread over his tongue, visions of summer and warmth flooded his mind, along with a memory of the sweets Kunlun had shared with him all those weeks ago and suddenly he had to smother a completely different sound.

“They are really good,” he stated, slightly breathless, and with a fit of courage he didn't really understand himself, took one strawberry and held it in front of Kunlun’s mouth. The other stilled for a heartbeat, then his whole face lit up in a grin and he leaned forward to carefully take the fruit out of Shen Wei’s fingers with his lips, not breaking eye contact. Shen Wei tried to breathe evenly, his heart beating like a war drum in his rib cage, he could feel his blood sing in his ears and he was certain his face was a deep shade of red. In an attempt to hide his inner turmoil, he popped some more strawberries in his mouth and closed his eyes, enjoying the sweetness, trying to focus on something else. He heard Kunlun’s slight chuckle, felt the man’s warm thigh against his, the taste of the biting-sweet fruits on his tongue and knew he would be forever reminded of this night whenever he tasted strawberries.

Two

Shen Wei had just switched the rice cooker to ‘warming’ when he heard the apartment door open, then close, and someone stepping inside. He tracked the person’s way, listening as he toed off his shoes and kicked them into the corner behind the door, then shuffled over to the couch and plopped onto it heavily, face-down, heaving out a sigh. Without turning around to hide his smile, he asked, “Long day?”

Zhao Yunlan answered with a groan and pressed his face further into the sofa. At the movement, a cloud of unfamiliar scent wafted over to where Shen Wei stood behind the kitchen counter, heavy with cigarettes and… He turned to face the other with a raised eyebrow. Perfume. Cheap perfume with a fruity note. “What did you do?”, he inquired, trying to sound only moderately interested. It wasn't his place to become jealous over Zhao Yunlan, he reminded himself. Not yet.

The man in question didn't turn away from where he had his face smashed into the couch and Shen Wei could only vaguely understand what he said. “…observation… bar… late.” Another sigh. “...tired.”

“It seems that way,” Shen Wei remarked dryly, filling two bowls with the food he had been preparing, then walked over to the couch. He sat next to Zhao Yunlan’s legs and placed the bowls on the low coffee table. “Come, eat,” he said, “I made your favorite.”

The answer Zhao Yunlan mumbled into the cushions sounded suspiciously like a love confession, but Shen Wei stubbornly ignored his burning ears and hammering heart and focused on the food. He couldn’t let his foolish hopes get in the way of taking proper care of Zhao Yunlan.

With another groan Zhao Yunlan shifted into an upright position, his feet still on the couch, dangerously close to Shen Wei’s thighs. He reached for a bowl and made such a happy noise at the sight that Shen Wei had to close his eyes for a second. Stomping down on the fluttery feeling in his chest he took the other bowl and started eating.

They had done this a lot over the last few weeks, Zhao Yunlan seemingly never tired of praising his cooking, always making a remark what a good wife Shen Wei would make, which the latter never dignified with an answer, no matter how desperately his heart reached out to Zhao Yunlan.

After finishing his bowl Zhao Yunlan put it back on the coffee table and shifted on the sofa, tucking his feet under him so that he sat cross-legged. Shen Wei looked at him, considering. “Do you want more?”, he asked and moved to get up, only to be stopped by a warm hand on his thigh that had him suppress a shiver. “It’s alright,” he heard, and then, “Ah, Shen Wei, what would I do without you?”

He didn't answer and concentrated on emptying his bowl, then put it on the table. “I should clean the--” he began, but the grip on his thigh tightened and the other man shifted, leaning his head on Shen Wei’s shoulder. His heart skipped a beat, only to resume thundering in his chest and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. Seemingly unaware of his state, Zhao Yunlan continued to snuggle closer, then paused, looking warily up at Shen Wei. “I should have showered, shouldn’t I? Do I smell very bad?”

Shen Wei had to fight the urge to bury his face into the other’s hair and breathe him in. He just shook his head, not trusting his voice. Zhao Yunlan smiled radiantly and leaned back into him. After a few heartbeats his breathing slowed and his head on Shen Wei’s shoulder grew heavier. Shen Wei didn't dare move as not to wake him and turned his head slightly. The scent he had noticed in the kitchen before was stronger now, almost overwhelming this close and Shen Wei breathed carefully, closing his eyes, savoring the moment. Zhao Yunlan smelled of cigarette smoke and beer, of air freshener and cheap perfume, and with a pang in his heart he recognized the smell. Strawberries. Helplessly happy about it and at the same time infinitely sad, he turned a bit further, holding his breath, slowly, carefully putting an arm around Zhao Yunlan. Resting his hand on the other’s hip he breathed the artificially sweet scent and closed his eyes, letting himself have this moment of peace and contentment, his love in his arms.

Three

Seven. Shen Wei had counted. Zhao Yunlan had gone through seven lollipops during their consultation, and Shen Wei was ready to snatch it from him and replace it with his tongue. It wasn't the fact that the man was eating candy like other people ate bread, he savored them. Not that there was anything wrong with savoring one’s food, not at all, but the way Zhao Yunlan savored his favorite sweets had Shen Wei close to a heart attack. He licked them with visible delight, his dark red tongue darting out, rolling them over his lips, his mouth closing slightly over the round candy, and Shen Wei had to breathe through his nose and stare at the crime scene photos in front of him in order to not do something desperate and foolish.

They had met in his apartment for a change, Shen Wei suspected this had happened because almost all surfaces in Zhao Yunlan’s flat were cluttered with some junk or other and there was simply more space to spread out the photos and files on his own coffee table, but that also meant he had no way to escape the other man’s dangerous presence. They sat on Shen Wei’s sofa, close enough to feel each other’s movements, and Shen Wei had spent the last two and a half hours trying not to notice how warm Zhao Yunlan felt next to his, even through the shirt. He had, obviously, failed spectacularly at this and now could only do damage control, which meant keeping his breathing as steady as possible and under no circumstances look up at Zhao Yunlan. Which he also failed at, as soon as he noticed Zhao Yunlan had stopped talking. Tentatively he looked up and was met with a stare that made his breath catch. Before he could say anything, the other had swooped up the photos and papers into a pile on the table and turned back to face him. “Let’s call it a night, Professor Shen.” He winked. “You look exhausted, and I think my brain can’t handle one more witness report.”

Shen Wei nodded hastily, glad to finally get some distance between them, but Zhao Yunlan seemed to have other ideas, because suddenly his arm was around Shen Wei’s shoulders. He had done that before, but never while sitting next to him, and Shen Wei’s heart stuttered at the sudden closeness.

“Professor Shen”, the other purred and Shen Wei had to swallow hard, “what would you like to do on this wonderful evening, now that we have so much free time.” Shen Wei almost expected him to waggle his eyebrows suggestively, but when he looked up, Zhao Yunlan’s face was serious. He swallowed again and looked down, not able to say anything safe that wouldn't betray his feelings.

Zhao Yunlan reached out a hand and for a heart-stopping moment Shen Wei thought he would cup his cheek, but instead he pushed a strain of hair behind Shen Wei’s ear, which resulted in a shiver Shen Wei couldn’t quite suppress. Zhao Yunlan looked at him with an unreadable look and inhaled deeply. “Look,” he said gently, “I don’t want to do something you don’t want, but…” He inhaled a second time and continued, “But you have been looking at me the whole evening as if… As if you…” He trailed off again and looked at Shen Wei, who found himself utterly unable to respond verbally. With a groan, he closed the distance between them and crashed their mouths together. He could feel Zhao Yunlan’s startled laugh, then plush lips opened for him and it felt like coming home.

Zhao Yunlan’s hand came up to his nape, weaving his fingers in his short hair, and he shuddered with the sensation. As their tongues met, he almost startled when he recognized the taste: strawberries. Artificial and much too sweet, but unmistakably strawberry flavor. Licking into Zhao Yunlan’s eager mouth, he tasted the lollipops and remembered how he had imagined tasting it on the other’s tongue, that night so long ago.

After a few heartbeats, he pulled away a fraction, still close enough to feel Zhao Yunlan’s breath on his lips, then, with a surge of renewed fervor he licked the other’s bottom lip, eliciting a low moan. Groaning, he wrapped an arm around Zhao Yunlan’s shoulders and deepened the kiss, savoring the other’s taste.

Four

The new house, Shen Wei mused, came with a whole lot of improvements for their lifestyle. The kitchen, for one, that now held enough space for a dining table where all of them could fit, and enough cupboards that working there felt sufficiently organised. Then Da Qing’s room, facing west as not to disturb the cat’s sleep in the morning and with a large enough window he could comfortably come and go as he pleased. (Zhao Yunlan had suggested a super-size cat flap for the front door which had Da Qing ignore him for a week.) Shen Wei also had his own office now, with a large desk directly in front of a window that took up the entire wall and enough shelves to store all his books – even the ones that he’d had stashed in his office at the university because his apartment couldn’t contain all of them, which had caused Zhao Yunlan to blink at him, looking first incredulous, then exasperated, then grudgingly accepting.

But the best thing, he thought, was the large garden. (Although, he knew, Zhao Yunlan would argue that the enormous bathroom was the best thing, since it now allowed them to shower together, and, well, but he very deliberately tried not to think about that right now.)

No, in his opinion, the garden was what made him fall in love with the house. Not just because it encompassed some giant walnut trees that appeared almost as old as Shen Wei, or because there was an ivy-covered canopy that held enough space to host dinner parties for the whole SID – he loved it because of the small vegetable garden Zhao Yunlan had planted in a sunny corner. It just held some rows of carrots, lettuce, and radishes, and Zhao Yunlan had even tried his hand at a few tomatoes (Shen Wei would never, not under threat of death admit to sending a bit of dark energy every now and then into the plants to make them sturdier), but it was the meaning behind it that always made his breath catch when he thought about it.

“I want to buy you a house, Shen Wei,” Zhao Yunlan had said, quite early in their relationship when Shen Wei still had to hold on to secrets and lies, and had looked at him with such a tenderness in his eyes that Shen Wei had taken to teasing him so that he wouldn't start crying. “A house,” he had said and tried to make it sound skeptical instead of yearning, “you just want me to cook for you all day and do your laundry.”

Zhao Yunlan’s gaze hadn't wavered as he nodded and answered, “Yeah, and I want to plant a garden where I grow vegetables for you.” He had fixed Shen Wei with a gentle, but still unrelenting gaze. “I want to give you everything, Shen Wei. You deserve it,” he had added and Shen Wei had had to calm his racing heart.

Now that Zhao Yunlan finally knew about the time loop, and their second first meeting, and their first second kiss, and everything in between, he had kept his word and bought Shen Wei a house and planted a garden. Some of the vegetables he grew there didn't even make it to the kitchen, falling prey, or rather snack to whoever was watering the garden, but more often Shen Wei included them in their meals, always to Zhao Yunlan’s unabashed joy.

Shen Wei smiled to himself and turned back to the pile of papers that needed grading, when he heard his office door open. He didn't have to turn to sense Zhao Yunlan, but something else caught his attention and he swung around. Zhao Yunlan stood in the doorway, grinning brightly, in his hand a small bowl with…Shen Wei inhaled through his nose, the faint scent striking in the clear evening air.

Strawberries. He raised an eyebrow at the other. Zhao Yunlan’s grin broadened. “Do you remember our first real meal together?” he asked excitedly, but then frowned. “I mean, in the past, so your first.. Eh, you know what I mean!” Grin back on his face, he continued. “We shared some wild strawberries, do you remember, and then I flirted with you and you blushed so furiously, holy shit, Shen Wei, I thought you would run away, but you stayed and…” He trailed off and inhaled as if to stop himself from rambling. “Anyway, I wanted to surprise you, to share strawberries with you again, but the variety we had then doesn't grow here anymore and the cultivated ones are a pain in the ass to grow, so…” He held the bowl out and shrugged, almost apologetic. “It’s not the same, I know, but maybe---”

Shen Wei didn't let him finish. In a smooth movement he was out of his chair and in front of Zhao Yunlan, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a scorching kiss. Zhao Yunlan almost dropped the bowl, then chuckled, leaning into him, wrapping his free arm around Shen Wei’s waist.

After a while Shen Wei pulled back, looking down at the bowl in the other’s hand, then back at his face. “I…,” he began, but couldn’t find anything to follow that. Instead, he took a strawberry and held it to Zhao Yunlan’s lips, smiling brightly. The other laughed and took the offered fruit, then took another one from the bowl and held it in front of Shen Wei. When he opened his lips, the sweetness that exploded on his tongue brought back so many memories that his knees almost buckled. It tasted of summer and sun and warmth and home, and of so much more, of memories, and of a life with Zhao Yunlan, that he had to close his eyes to fight back the tears. Wrapping both arms around Zhao Yunlan in a tight hug, he hid his face in the other’s shoulder, unable to express the gratitude he felt that all of it had turned out well, that they had earned their happy ending.

He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to Zhao Yunlan’s ear. “I love you.”

Plus One

“You… You bought what?!”

“Look, baby, if you’re feeling uncomfortable with this just tell me, okay? It’s no fun if you don’t have fun as well. I bought this because I thought you might like it, okay?”

“No… I… I mean…”

“Xiao Wei, I love you. There is no scenario, inside this bedroom or out of it, where I would try to force something onto you that you don’t want--”

“I didn't say that.”

“…Oh.”

“But, I mean…”

“So, you do want to try it.”

“Stop grinning like that. Yes, we can try. But if I don’t…”

“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop immediately, I swear. And now hold still.”

“...”

Zhao Yunlan grinned. He had hoped it would pay off to buy the strawberry-flavored lube.

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cordonian-literature · 3 years

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The Aftermath - Ch. 31

The Talk

Summary: Riley and Liam talk about what’s next for them, and Drake finally confronts Jessica

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: mention of character death, slight language, implied smut

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- Riley -

I wake by the morning light that blares through the window. After blinking for a few moments, I slowly take in the room around me. I see my luggage near the far corner, and there are clothes littered on the floor. The covers of the bed are dangling off the edge. Liam is on the bed with me. His head rests on my stomach and his arms are loosely around me. His face is an image of pure peace.

I wonder what time it is. Turning my head, I can see that my phone isn’t near me. I look again at Liam, sleeping soundly, and I don’t want to wake him.

I shift my upper body, trying to lean down to see if my phone was on the floor. But I move a bit too much, and Liam wakes. He rubs his eyes, then turns his head slowly, kissing my stomach and all the way up to my lips.

“Good morning,” I say to him when we part. His blond hair is a whorl on his head and there’s a content smile on his face.

I get out of bed and find my phone under my discarded dress. Checking the time, I see that it’s almost noon. I put it on the bedside table and begin picking up the clothes scattered on the floor.

“What are you doing, love?” Liam asks, reaching for me. He lightly takes hold of my elbow and draws me back towards the bed. I let myself fall into his warm embrace. “I’d like to stay here with you forever,” he whispers in my ear.

“I would, too, but we already missed breakfast. Plus the kids might be worried.”

Liam kisses my temple. Neither of us move to get out of bed. A part of me doesn’t want to move. Liam’s embrace felt peaceful and safe. It was refreshing in a way. It was like I had found my way home.

We stare at the ceiling, disregarding the time pass by.

“The Anointing Ceremony is tomorrow,” Liam speaks.

“I know,” I respond. “My mother said she’s going to fly over for it. And Gabe said he was having a bit of anxiety.”

“I’ll be sure to make accommodations for your mother. As for Gabriel, I’ll speak to him. I know he’ll be perfect.” He pauses for a second. “There is also something that I wish to ask your mother.”

“What do you want to ask her?”

He gives a low chuckle. Liam meets my eyes, but says nothing. His silence gives me his answer.

“You said you wanted me to give you until the end of the Social Season,” I state. “Well, there’s barely two days left.” He laughs again. “Is there something you want to ask me?” I manage to say through a smile.

He looks away for a moment. I’m still tucked under his arm and glued to his side. “Perhaps there is something I wish to ask you, but this was not the position I had planned.”

“Really? Then what did you have planned?”

“I thought I’d bring you to the hedge maze.”

“The same one that Ella got lost in?”

“Well, I would make sure the children were safe before we’d go. There’s a well I wish to show you.”

“And what would we do at the well?”

His gaze is intense. His eyes aren’t as tired as usual, compared to these past few weeks. I lean forward and press my lips against his.

“Riley,” he says, making my body shiver. I push myself closer to him. “You torture me.”

I rest my head on his shoulder. His arms wrap tightly around me. “I’ve been torturing myself, too. Ten whole years.” I trail off, feeling uneasy.

“It took us ten years to make our way back to each other,” Liam says gently. “And now that I have you, I don’t want to lose you. Or Gabriel, or Eleanor.”

“I don’t want you to lose us, either.”

He kisses me again, then moves away suddenly. “Would your mother be okay with that?”

I give out a laugh. “What does she have to do with it?”

“She was quite hostile when we were in New York. Whenever I’d mention anything about our relationship she wouldn’t hesitate to remind me how I failed you.”

“But you didn’t fail me. Both of us made mistakes. I just want to leave it in the past.”

We snuggle closer to each other. Liam smothers my face in soft kisses. “Riley Brooks,” he whispers. “My queen.”

My heart flutters a little. We stay like that for a little while longer before deciding it would be better to get out of bed and check on the kids. We dress quickly, stealing kisses every other moment, and walk out of the room hand in hand.

The estate is quiet and practically empty. Most of the court had already left or were still asleep. At the bottom of the stairs, servants are cleaning up the mess from last night. Bertrand supervises them, watching their every move. When Liam and I pass by, Bertrand glances at our hands, then at Liam, and finally gives us a wide smile.

In the dining room, Gabe and Bartie play a game on one of Gabe’s devices, leaning close to the small screen with small controllers in their hands. Eleanor and Hana are going through a simple ballet routine, laughing and clapping for each other. When Ella sees us she rushes over to give Liam a hug, who lifts her into his arms. Gabe is still focused on his game but gives us a quick “hi”.

I ask Hana were Maxwell and Rowan are, but she says she hasn’t seen them since last night.

“What about Drake? Or Olivia? Or Boris?”

“I saw Drake leave the estate a few hours ago,” Hana tells me. “Olivia and Boris I saw during the party, but not this morning.”

With Ella still in his arms, Liam makes his way over to Gabe and Bartie, asking about the game they’re playing. Hana pulls me to the side.

“I have news,” she states, a wide smile across her face. It’s one that I recognize. I haven’t seen it in a while, but I knew there was only one thing that would make her this happy. “Neville signed the papers last night.”

“What!” I cry. Hana nods and laughs. I give her a tight hug. “Took you long enough to get rid of him!”

“I know!” Her smile falters a little. “I haven’t told my parents yet.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand. And don’t worry, I’ll be here for backup.”

She gives a smile, then asks, “Now what about you and Liam?”

A wide grin spreads across my face. “We talked.”

“And...?” Hana urges me to continue.

“And... I decided that I want to stay in Cordonia. With him, Gabe, Ella, and all our friends.”

Hana gives me an amused look. “So you’re saying...”

“It’s technically unofficial... but yes.”

Hana squeals and we share a hug. Servants walk into the room, putting plates on the tables. Savannah and Bertrand enter, and we all sit down for lunch.

Bertrand asks me the same question Hana did, and he and Savannah give me quiet congratulations. Gabe and Ella talk excitedly about some other topic, and Liam matches their enthusiasm.

Before, looking at them interacting like this had made me upset. It reminded me of everything that I had kept from them. But now I feel the opposite; even though they had spent more time away from each other than together, there was the undeniable care and affection that the children had for Liam, and that he had for them. It was the way it should have been from the start, and knowing that there was no longer anything that could change it, I feel at peace.

- Drake -

Jessica had left Ramsford in the early morning. She left Drake a note, claiming she had plans to meet up with friends. Drake suspected that he knew what that meant. Two hours after he woke up, he received a text from her:

plans canceled :( come meet me, let’s have lunch xx

Once he read the message, Drake was sure that her “plans” had probably been with Boris, who was still locked in a bedroom somewhere in the estate.

Drake hadn’t told anyone what he had discovered about Jessica, not even Savannah. He wondered if Olivia had gotten more information out of Boris. Drake didn’t want to go see Jessica. He knew there was nothing she could do to make him angrier, but he needed answers.

Even with the doubts, he drives over to her apartment in the capital. His mind is numb while he drives. Drake can’t bring himself to focus on the present moment, and almost swerved into ongoing traffic more than once. But he finally made it to her apartment and got out of his car.

As he walked through the lobby and down the hall towards her room, he kept reminding himself that she couldn’t make him feel sorry for her. She had no power over him.

When she opened the door, she wasn’t as composed as she usually was. She was rushing around the clean, white kitchen and starts talking about multiple things at once: a new dress she wanted to buy, tried it on, couldn’t decide, put it on hold, got shoes instead, a call from her uncle who lives in Italy, her boss wants her to fly to London for the weekend, her friend Emma wanted to go on a trip to the Caribbean but Jessica wanted to go France.

“Listen,” she finally stops babbling on. “I had such a good idea. Let’s go get a curry. I’m craving one and don’t feel like cooking. What’s that place you took me to that one time? The Maha something?”

“You mean that fleabag?” he says.

“Excuse me?” She quickly turns to regard him.

Drake didn’t remember the name of the restaurant she was talking about — the name changed every few years as it came under different owners, but the menu always stayed the same. His mother had brought him and his sister there when they were younger. A while ago he had dinner there with Jessica, who commented that the venue and waiters depressed her.

“The saddest restaurant in the capital,” Drake repeats her comment. “Great idea.”

She frowns. “Whatever. I think there’s another place that’s closer. Emma knows where it is, I can ask her for the name. Or we can do what you want.”

“What I want?” Drake leans against the door frame of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets. “That’s rich.”

“Sorry.” She turns away. “I thought a curry might be nice. Forget I said anything.”

“It’s fine. You can stop now.”

She turns to him again, a vacant smile on her face. “Excuse me?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Jessica blinks at him, but says nothing.

“I think you should keep your phone on when you’re with him. I tried to call you on the street. Maybe if you had answered, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Sorry, I don’t know...?” She trails off. Drake doesn’t know if the confusion on her face is genuine or fake.

“Jess, I saw you.”

Again she blinks rapidly. After a slight pause she continues. “Oh, please, you can’t be serious. You don’t mean Boris, do you?” A moment of deadly silence passes. Neither of them says anything, but she speaks up again. “He’s an old friend, from way back, we’re really close—”

“Yeah, I reckon you are.”

“—from when his mother died. He moved to Cordonia for like a year when he was eight. We went to school together. Papa knew him, they did business together for some time. Emma knows him, too, and, and,” she stutters for a moment. “I know how it may have seemed, and I know you have a good reason not to like him, because, because I know about him knowing Riley for all those years and helping Theodore, and, sure they probably shouldn’t have done that, it... it was none of their business but listen, he feels awful about how it turned out—”

“Feels awful?”

“—and he’s been feeling terrible lately,” she continues rapidly, “ever since Theodore died and what happened to Riley and the kids—”

“You two sit around and talk about that shit? You talk about my friends and pity us?”

“—and Boris, he came over to see Emma and I right before we got into the movies. We dropped her off at her apartment after. He... he had a bad upset and just wanted someone to talk to—”

“You don’t expect me to believe all that do you?”

“Listen. I don’t know what... what you know or how you know but—”

“How long have you been seeing him?” He was tired of the nonsense.

“Drake, let’s not do this.”

“No, tell me, I want to know how long.”

“I won’t see him anymore,” she states quickly.

“So you admit it?”

“I didn’t think it mattered until we were married.”

“Didn’t think it mattered?” He’s shocked at her words. Drake doesn’t know what to say to her, but anger still boiled inside him. “You didn’t think I would find out?”

“I said I won’t see him anymore. I told him I wouldn’t a while back.”

“But he keeps coming back,” Drake speculates. “He won’t take no for an answer. He loves you too much.”

“That’s right.”

Drake takes a reflexive step back.

A flash of guilt crosses her face, but it disappears in a second. “Listen. I don’t expect you to understand but it’s rough being in love with the wrong person.”

Silence spreads between them again. They don’t look at each other and instead glance around the room.

Drake had walked into her apartment telling himself that she had no power over him, there was no way for her to make him feel sorry... but who knew the truth of what he was talking about better than Drake? Maybe he was wrong to connect Jessica’s relationship with him and Boris to Drake’s feelings for Riley, but his mind couldn’t help but wander.

“Drake, let’s not let this spoil things. We’re better people when we’re with each other, aren’t we? And... we’re a good couple. We like each other, we get along.” Drake’s anger rises, but he can’t bring himself to speak. Jessica continues, “Now, let’s both be truthful and kind and happy together and—”

“Stop it,” Drake interrupts her again. He had barely heard what she said over his heart hammering in his chest, but he knew that he was tired. He had used most of his energy last night during his fight with Boris, and he wasn’t going to let Jessica take advantage of his exhaustion.

Drake remembers the ring that she wore the night before. He glances down at her hand to see that it’s still there. He makes eye contact with her again. Her eyes are slightly pink with tears.

His voice is rough when he speaks. He’s angry at her, and he wants her to know it. “You can keep the ring if you want. Or sell it, give it away. I could give less of a shit for what you’ll do to it.”

She looks down at her shaking hand. “I won’t sell it, I know it was your grandmother’s.”

He watches her, wondering if she was going to give it back.

“Drake, please, we’re right for each other. This marriage is the right thing for both of us and we both know it—”

“Jess, you know where I live. You can mail it, drop it off. Whatever you want. Just...” Drake trails off. Jessica moves towards him, but he doesn’t want to deal with her anymore. He turns his back to her and walks out the door.

#trr fanfic #liam x mc #trr drake x oc #cordonia #choices trr #choices trr fanfic

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alwayssimmin-alwaysrantin · 3 years

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Autumn 2015

Author’s note: lol sorry about all the pictures for this one

Dialogue below break~

We leave the house running, breathless, and doubling over with laughter.

“Oh my gosh!” I breathe, continuing to run, “That was exhilarating!” Ben laughs and squeezes my hand.

“Couldn’t let your mom see you leaving the house without make-up!” I chuckle, but it isn’t whole-hearted, and I see his face droop with my own. “Sorry, Nettie. I know, it sucks.” I hurry a kiss on his cheek and take back off running, which makes Ben erupt into laughter, being pulled out of his socks, but I suddenly realize I actually don’t know where I’m going.

“Wait, Ben, what’s the destination?”

“My car.” He points out, just past the end of the neighborhood. “I had to hide it a little bit, for obvious reasons, but we are going far, far away.” I look at him expectantly. “I’m not going to let our day get ruined because some nosy photographer wants to shame you about your outfit or something. And I especially don’t want that information getting back to your mom.” I sigh, and he stops us again, looking into my eyes. “It was not a problem. I want this day to be perfect, and part of that is making sure we’re not worried about other people butting in.” I smile.

“Okay.” I pause. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He leans in and kisses me, and then we take off running again.

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“I love you a whole lot, Nettie, you know that?” I laugh.

“I do! You tell me pretty frequently.” He rolls his eyes, smirking. “I love you a whole lot too, you dork. Of course I do.” I laugh again, but I can tell something’s on his mind. “Hey,” I start. I cup his face in my hand. “What’s up? Are you okay?” He comes out of a kind of daze and shakes his attention back into my eyes.

“I’m working up the nerve to ask you something.” At this, I lift an eyebrow.

“I’m intrigued.”

“I know you are, but that is not making me less nervous.” I throw my head back, laughing, and when I snuggle into his embrace, I can feel Ben chuckling a little too.

“We can just sit here until you’re ready.”

“I think boring someone to death counts as cruel and unusual punishment.” I turn around, facing away from Ben, and slide further down into the bench. He wraps his arms around my shoulders.

“You think it’ll be boring to sit here with me?” I steal a glance at his face, and now it’s beet red, but smiling to his eyes, which he rolls. Then, he kisses the top of my head.

“You know I don’t. I think it’ll be boring to sit here with me.”

“Not if we sat here for eternity plus a million years.”

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“Want to dance, my love?” Ben asks, standing up and reaching a hand out to me.

“Why, of course!” I grab his hand, and he pulls me into his chest. We start to sway.

“You know that house we visited earlier this year?”

“Ooh, yes, I do! The one in the forest, with the beautiful back garden?”

“That’s the one.”

“It was beautiful.” My cheeks start to burn up as I think about just how beautiful I thought it was; I’m spectacularly embarrassed to admit it. I shrink into Ben’s shoulder. “Honestly, I, um,” I say, sheepishly, “I couldn’t help but hope, while we were there, and now, I guess, that we’d live there someday.” I pause. “Or at least somewhere like there someday. Get away from everything holding us down, and just, love each other. That’s everything I could need, or want, and—” I chuckle, shaking my head softly. “Anyway, I know it’s silly.”

“Actually, I was really hoping you’d say that.” I raise my head and look at his face. “Because, you know, I can’t help but hope those things either.” I smile at that, but he continues. “And also, please don’t laugh at me.” I kiss his cheek.

“I would never laugh at you, love.” I kiss his other cheek, then his forehead. “I love you to the ends of the universe and back, what’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine. We laugh with each other, or not at all.” He smiles, and kisses me, deeply, whole-heartedly, and when it’s over, he plants another kiss on my cheeks and forehead this time.

“I know,” he says, “we are the same. I don’t know why I’m so worried.” He laughs, and I smile. “So I did something really rash and heat-of-the-moment type.” I cock my head to the side.

“...What was it?” I ask, suspiciously.

“Nothing bad! I swear, just. Um. I kinda...bought the house for us.” I blink. I blink again. Then a third time. “Nett?”

“Y-You bought—You bought us a house?” Ben cringes.

“...Yes.” My astonishment slowly melts into affection, and I besiege him with kisses. He starts to laugh, and I wrap my arms around his neck, folding one hand around to rub his cheek with my thumb.

“You bought us a house.” He nods.

“I did.”

“You bought us a house!” He smiles and hugs me tighter.

“I did.”

I whisper the next repetition: “You bought us...a house.” This time, Ben’s the one to smother me with kisses.

“And we’re going to run away to it, and we’re going to live there, and we’re going to stock up on books and food and everything else so we can be hermits forever and—”

“What about Gen?” This time, he kisses my nose.

“We’ll bring her.”

“Ben, she’s not eighteen.”

“We’re practically raising her ourselves anyway—”

“Custody, Ben.”

“Oh.” The I look into his eyes.

“It’s okay. I really appreciate the effort. And the thought.” I smile apologetically, already nostalgic for a life that never came to pass.

“We can try our very damnedest to get custody of her then.”

“You think it’ll work?”

“I don’t know, but I think we should try. For the rest of our lives I think we should try to make those lives exactly how we want them to be.” My eyes start to sting. “Do you think we should try?” I nod my head, and my lip starts to tremble.

“Yes,” I say through blurring eyesight, “yes, I absolutely do.” In a split second, Ben pulls me back into him after a few minutes of a loosened grip from both of us, and I fall into his arms.

We spend the rest of the afternoon, and evening, gushing over our house, and our future, and everything else about the situation. Just like Ben tells me while we watch the clouds: the problems can wait until tomorrow; for now, we can just be happy.

#Capulet-Montague history #Part 4 of 8 #part of my Minor Sims mini-series on Janet Barnes!#thank you so much to #micrathene-w #for tagging me!!#JanetBarnes

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annabethy · 4 years

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if you could, 14 for the prompts please🥰

#14 desperate kisses

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Percy glanced at Annabeth out of the side of his eye, continuing to pack his bag full of clothes. Annabeth looked genuinely upset, on the brink of tears, and it pained him to see his wife like that.

“Do you have to go?” she asked, unable to stop the bout of tears from dripping down her face. Her lower lip quivered as she watched him continue to stuff his bag. He froze in his spot as he caught the wet traces on her face.

Percy stood from where he had been kneeling, his legs popping as he did so, to accost Annabeth and wrap his arms comfortingly around her. “I’m sorry.”

“Can’t you ask if someone else can go?” she tried miserably. It was times like this that she hated the way she couldn’t control her emotions, thanks to the extra hormones that would be raging through her body for the next eight months. “Stay here with me.”

“I wish I could,” he muttered against the top of her head, pressing a kiss into her curls. “But this is important. I have to be there myself to tackle those kids.”

Annabeth frowned as he kissed her forehead. She missed the days when Percy would always be with her. Don’t get her wrong, though. She loves the life they managed to build, but she so often yearned for the days when it was the two of them in high school, fooling around in the band practice rooms.

She just really wanted him here with her instead of off with his own band students the next state over.

“But I’m pregnant,” she whispered sadly, leaning into his chest and letting him support all her weight. “You’re going to leave your pregnant wife all alone in the middle of New York City?”

“It’s only for the weekend,” he assured. His hand went to rub her back soothingly, letting her ride her hiccups down. Her tears soaked through his shirt, but he did nothing to stop it. He’s done his best to hide it because it would only upset her more, but he didn’t want to leave either. “I’ll be back before you know it, and I’ll be all yours.”

“I want you to be all mine right now.”

Percy grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss into each finger. Annabeth gazed at him with puffy eyes, and his heart panged in his chest. How did he get so lucky?

“Don’t tell me that you’re scared,” Percy teased lightly, thumb swiping at her face. “The scary piccolo player Annabeth that I knew would never be scared.”

“The scary piccolo player Annabeth wasn’t pregnant with the drum major’s baby,” she retorted.

“Mm.” Percy’s hand rested on his shoulder as he was brought back to the past. She hadn’t changed very much since he met her at band camp. She looked the exact same and acted the exact same — the only thing different was the slight bump on her stomach that he loved to snuggle up against at night. He could spend hours just resting his head on her stomach, talking to the baby that they created. “You’re going to be okay.”

“But what if I’m not?”

“Don’t say that,” he said softly. “You will be.”

“I’m going to be alone.”

Percy lifted the side of his mouth in a slight smile. Annabeth seemed more annoyed than anything that he was amused by her concerns, but Percy spoke before she could chew him out for it.

“I’ll tell you what.” His hands wrapped around her waist again and brought her closer to him. “If you feel lonely, you can text me whenever you want, and I’ll answer.”

“You’re the band director now,” she said, smacking him upside the head playfully, but her tearful face ruined the effect. “You can’t be on your phone anymore. You’re twenty-five.”

“Thank you for reminding me of how old I am.”

Annabeth smirked, but she looked so pitiful. “Do you promise you’ll answer?”

“If it’s you, I’ll always answer.” He tucked hair behind her ear, and he was suddenly very aware of the pressure of her stomach against his. It brought a smile to his face he had to smother by nuzzling her neck. “Forever, remember?”

“Forever,” she agreed, stepping away. He had to leave soon if he wasn’t going to be late.

Percy finished packing another bag, and it was time for him to make his way out of the house. As he zipped up the last bag and set it by the door, he turned around to find Annabeth leaning against the kitchen island, an emotion on her face that he couldn’t discern.

“I have to go.”

Annabeth nodded in understanding, pushing off the island and using the momentum to get to him. He gave her another gentle hug, and together they swayed back and forth, just breathing each other in. Percy’s eyes were closed as he waited, not wanting to be the first to pull away.

Eventually though, he had no other choice. Percy loosened his grip so he could lift her chin with two fingers and get her to look him in the eyes. Her eyes were glossed over, so it was almost a reaction when his started to get the same way.

He was really going to miss her. Even if it was only for a few days.

Their eyes locked onto one another, and when she whimpered, Percy pulled her face to his, his lips fitting perfectly over hers.

He took his time, praising her lips with each kiss. It was sweet and gentle at first, but then there was a tug in his gut that reminded him he wasn’t going to see her for a while, so he pressed harder, desperate to make up for the time that would inevitably be lost.

It didn’t take long for Annabeth’s lungs to burn, but she didn’t stop, instead choosing to slowly curl into him. Her neck was craned to the side, her body flush against his, her stomach pressing into his space, and she just couldn’t pull away.

It was like they were the only two people in the world as Percy cherished her lips. The flutter in her stomach never stopped since the first day he kissed her on the playground when she was sixteen. Sixteen to twenty-four, and she was still just as in love and desperate for him as day one.

Annabeth’s hands moved to wrap around his neck as his stayed supporting her by the waist. Somewhere between the start of the kiss and where they were now, she had winded around him. They were intertwined, together as one, so so in love.

And she needed him by her side, but he was leaving. So she poured everything she had into the kiss. Every ounce of affection, emotion, love, friendship, and their promise of forever, refusing to let go of this moment— refusing to let this moment slip away.

Only once Percy’s lips pulled away from her with a pop did she let go of him. He steadied her, her legs slightly wobbly, before his hands cupped either side of her face to pull her in for one last sweet kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her.

It was only two days, she reminded herself as the tears were renewed in her eyes.

“I love you too,” she said, resting her head over his heart and listening to the sound of forever.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #my writing #i guess you could consider this a sequel to the marching band au #hope you like anon!! i tried #its hard to belive this is over a thousand words #last chance to submit prompts because i get tired of writing haha #asks #marching band au

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lesbianpikachuu · 3 years

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post the Yoomtah!🎟🎟🎟🎟🎟

HIIIIIII YES IT IS GIRLFRIEND TIME I FINALLY GET TO TALK ABT SHE

^ SHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOOMTAH MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL DARLING WHO I LOVE MORE THAN LITERALLY ANYTHING<<3<>33<<3<3<3<3<3<4>3<3<<3<<3<3<2<33<<3<3<3<3>4><3<3I JUST WANNA LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOLD HER SO CLOSE IN MY ARMS AND PRESS A BUNCH OF LIL SMOOCHES TO THE TOP OF HER HEAD WHILE SHE DOES HER CUTE LIL GIGGLES AND MAKES A CUTE ^w^ FACE AND HEHDJEJFKEFBKDFKGNHDJG SHE IS TOO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE I LOVE HER SO MUCH<<3>2<3<3<3<2<<3<3>2<3>3&=>=&=*$*%&#*%*;$*%",;'MXNXJDKDJFKDFJFKG GOD I JUST WANT TO HUG HER TIGHT AND ABSOLUTELY SMOTHER HER IN AFFECTION I LOVE HER SO MUCH LIKE SHES THE LOVELIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE SHES THE CUTEST THING PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE AND I JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WANT TO BE WITH HER FOREVER AND EVER I WANT TO HOLD HER CLOSE AND NEVER LET HER GO I JUST LOVE HER MORE THAN ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGG I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR SO MUCH ITS UNREAL OH MY GOD....................OH MY GOD I WANT TO SNUGGLE WITH HER SO MUCH AND FALL ASLEEP CUDDLED UP IN HER ARMS EVERY NIGHT AND WAKE UP TO HER ADMIRING ME AND HOLDING ME CLOSE EVERY MORNING AND I WANT HER TO KISS ME ALL OVER MY FACE PLS I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHH YOOMTAH MY DARLING YOOMTAH I LOVEEEEEEEEEE HER⚡🌻🌻💙🌻💫💟❣💖⚠️💌✨💘🍋🌠🌈💗💛🌼💋🌠💟🌻💞🌻🌻💚💌🌩💫🌻❣🌻💙💘💙💘🌈💚🌈💚💜💚💜💙💘💫💘💫💘⚡🌈⚡🌈💛🌻✨🌻🌠💕🌠💚🌈💙❣❣💫💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌼❣🌼❣💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡💙❣🌠💙🌠💕🌠👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🍋💫⚡💝🧡💞💕⚠️💚⚠️💙💋💙💓💚💟💫💌💫💌💙💖💚🌠💕❣💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💛🧡💛🌈💝🌈💞🌈💙💘💙🌻💫👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓🌈🌼🌈🌼💘💜❣🧡🌈❣🍋🌈⚡💗💜💜💛🌈⚡💘💝💋💛💛💜💜⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚🌼💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌🌩🧡🌩🌈💖💫💓💜✨🌈⚡🧡💗🧡💛🌈⚠️🌈💘💝❤💝💗💚💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💟❣💟🌠💟✨💘🌈⚡⚡🌈💛💋🌠💋⚠️💘💕🌈💚🧡🧡🧡💙💟💫💟💓🌼💙🌈💚💋🍋💟⚡💟💟💌⚠️💌💙💚💗💞💙⚠️💞💓🌻🌩🌼❣🌠🧡🌠💋💘🍋❤💫💜🍋✨🍋💛💕🧡💙❣💙❣💖❣💖💙👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤💜💞🌩💋💛🌈💛🌈🌈🌩🌈💜⚠️💗❣💗❣💗🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💚💘🌼💙🍋💙💋💫💋🌩💘💟💕💓💛🌈🍋💞🍋❤⚠️💙⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💝💋💚🧡🌼💙🍋❣💛💞💜💞🌩🌈🌻🌈💟⚠️⚡🌼🌈🍋💞💋❤💋💜⚠️💙⚠️💗🧡💌💞🌠💗✨⚠️✨🍋✨💓💖💘💕💫🌻💖🌻💕💖🌠❣💛💝🍋💟🧡🌻💟⚠️💕💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤💞💋💞⚡💛🌼💫💙💫⚡💕🌻🍋💟🧡✨💗💝💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💗💕⚠️✨⚠️💗💝💛💚💘🌼🌼💫⚡💖💟❣💝💛💚💞💗💚💗💖⚠️🌻🌼🌻💝💟✨💟✨💟❣💋🍋💗✨✨🧡🌠🌩🌠💘🌠💘🌠💕💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖🌠🌈✨💝🌩🌼🌩🌼🧡⚡💗💋⚠️💟💙❤🌼❤🌼💜🍋💜🍋💜💛💜🌼💛❣💖💟💫❤💘⚡🌼💞💚💚💖💚⚠️💝💙⚠️🌻🍋❤💛💝💛⚡💟💗💝💗💚💗💞💟🌩💛❤💚🌻💖💕❣💝🍋🌼💞⚡💕💟💙⚡⚠️⚡💗⚡💜🍋💙💛💜💚💖💋💝🌻💗🌠🌠✨🌠💜💗🌠🍋💕🍋⚡💛🌼💘🌼💫💜💖💝🧡✨🧡💕🌻💟⚠️💕🌠💌💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡🌻⚡💋🌈⚡🌼🌩🌼💘⚡💫💋❣💝💛💚💞💝💗💝💗✨✨⚠️🌠💙✨🧡💕💗🌠💙🌠🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💛⚡💘⚡💘💋🌩💜💘💜💘💙💫💜💫💖💋💝🍋💝🍋💝💗🌠💗🌠🌠⚠️🌠💚💌🌻❣💛🌻💟💘💜💘💋💫💖💋💞✨🌠🌠💌💌💌⚠️💌⚠️💕🍋💝💝🌩⚡💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤🌈❤🌈💙💙🌻🧡✨🌼🌩🌼💙💝💗❤🍋💓💕💙💖💘💝💫🌩❣💟💖🌻💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕🌈❣💌💜💫💓💘💓⚠️❤💝💗🌩💘✨🌠💞💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫💋💌⚠️💝⚠️💞⚠️🌩💝💫💝💘🍋💜💖🌠💞🌻💫💖💟💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫🌈💘🌼💗❣❣🌻❣✨🧡💝🍋❤❤🍋💖💙❣💜💘🌻💚🌻💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌💟💕✨💕💛🌩🌼🌩🌼🌩🌼💝💚💞💌💟💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌🌈⚠️❣💜💜💚💙💚💗💋💚💝💫🌩💘💗🍋💗💕💗💝💗💝💗🌩💚✨💫✨💫🌻🌻💫🌈💌🌼💌💋💜💗🌩💗🌩💙💝💓🍋💓💖💘💝💫💝💖💞💕🌻💌💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💘💟💫💟💖💘🌈💌🌼💘❣💘💞💚✨💚🌩❤❤💗🍋💗🍋💜🍋💘✨💌💟🌠👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌🌼💫💛💛💫💜❣💜❣💗🍋🧡💞❣✨💌❣🌩❣💚💕💗💖💜💞💘⚡💫💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖🌈⚠️🌼💌🌻💘💗❤💕❤💖💓💙🍋🌠💝💌💝💌💝💫💞💫🌻💖❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌⚡⚠️💖🌩❣🌼🍋🧡💋💗💖💖💘💘💞💫💞💫💞💫🌻💌🌻💌💛💘🌻🌠🌼🌠💚💘💋💗💞🧡🌩❣❤❤❤❤🧡💚💟💖💟💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈🌠❣💘💋💙💞💙🌩💗🌩💚💙💕💓💖💓❤🍋🍋❤💚💝💘🌠🌼🌠🌼⚠️❣💖🌻💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕✨🌈🌩🌈💛🌩💚💝💘🍋🌠💞💌🌻⚠️⚡💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❣🌠💋💘💞💚💚🌩💚💗🍋💕💗💫💓💚💙💌💋💚💞❣🌻❣⚡💛👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖🌈💌🌼🌠💞💚🌩💚🍋❤💕🧡💚💞💚💟💖❣💌🌠❣🌠💚💘💋💗🧡🌼🧡🍋❤💞💗💟💗⚡❤💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💘🌼🌼💜💙💗💞💚🌩❣💝💚💘💖💘💋🌠💌💞⚠️💞⚠️💟⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️🌈💕🌼💕💫🌠🌩🌠🌩💫💚💕💘💕🌻💖💖🌻⚠️🌼💌🌻💫💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💛⚡💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💌🌼💘💛💫❣💞❣💕❤💕💙💚💜❣🌠💌🌻🌠🌻🌠💞💘💝💗❤🍋🧡💝❣💫❣💘💘💞💚💝❣🌼💕🧡💫🧡💖💙💚💜💚🌠💚💘❣💗💗💛💫🌈💫🌼💕🌻⚠️🌻💌🌩💗💓💙💝💗💝💗💝💚🍋💚🍋💫💖⚠️🌻💖💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💕🌼⚠️💋💌💞❣🌻💖💟💋✨💋🌩❣🍋💜🍋🌠💋💚🧡❤⚡💘💛💓💙💗💝💫❤💛🧡💛🌩🌈💙🍋💓🍋🌩🌈❤💛💚💫🌩💛🌩💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡🌈🧡🌈🧡🌈💟💞⚠️💖💗💟💗💋💋💓💓🍋💜✨💋💞🌻💋💘💚🌈🌩💞💕💕❣💖💌💖💗🍋💙🌠💓🍋💕💜💟👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚💘🌻❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💚💘💋💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️🌈⚠️💟💗💖⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌼💞🌩🌈🌩🌈🧡🌈🧡💛💚💘💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡💞💜🧡🍋🍋🧡💖🌩💟💌💟💌💕💗🌈💗💙💘💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💘💛💘❣💘🧡⚡🧡💘💚💟💞💜💕💜✨🌻🌩💖⚠️💟💗💖💙🍋💙🍋🌼🌈💙❣💕❣🌼🌼❤🌼💚💕🌈💋💟💞💟💞💟🍋✨🌠💋⚠️💚💌💟💗💋💙🌼🍋🍋🌩🌈❣🌈🧡🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💛💚💘💋💘🧡🌈🌩💖❣💖💌🍋💌🍋💌🍋💌💖💝💟💗🍋💙🍋💓🍋💓🌻🌩🌈🌈🧡🌈💘💘💋💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡🌈🧡💖🧡💖🧡🌈🧡🌻🌻🌩🌻🧡🌻🌩🌻🌩🌻⚠️⚠️💜💌💜💌🍋⚠️🌻🌼💜💙🍋💖💝💖💝💖💗💜💌🍋❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💘🌈💋🧡🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💫💚💞🧡🌻🌩🌈💕💌💟💌💖⚠️💟💝💝💕💕💫💫💕✨💘🌈🌩🌈❤🌈💘💘💋⚡💚⚡🧡💘🌈💝💖💖💝💗🌼❣🌻💙🍋💙💞💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💛💚🌻💗💖💜🌩❤💘💋🧡💋🧡❣💟🌼⚡💓💖🌩❤💗🌩🍋🌩🍋❤💘💋💘💝💘🌩⚡✨💕💫💟⚠️💓🌠🌈

JUST LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHE IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE I ALREADY SAID THAT IN THIS ANSWER BUT ITS TRUE AND I HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN I AM JUST SO IN LOVE WITH HER. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HER IT IS UNREAL I CANT HANDLE IT MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE INTO HEART SHAPED SPRINKLES OK I JUST ADORE HER MORE THAN ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING NFJFJSJSKDJFNSJ MY HEART IS ACTUALLY LIKE POUNDING BC I LOVE HER SO MUCH I THINK SHE SHOULD COME LAY HER HEAD ON MY CHEST AND LISTEN TO MY HEARTBEAT-- UAUAUSHDBFJSHJSJF ITS TOO CUTE IM AJSJAINDFJJAJDFJNSBD<3<3<33<33<÷>3<3<=&&÷&=&÷^=<÷3<=<=<3<3<33<3<<3<3<×<2<3<÷<33<2<3<3<3<3<3<=_<$>%^#&$&:,,",,",,",,,,"' OK I JUST. YOOMTAH MY BELOVED YOOMTAH MY DARLING YOOMTAH MY SWEET LIL LEMOMNMERINGUE PIE I ADORE HER WITH EVERY SINGLE FIBER OF MY BEING SHE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME THANK U FOR LISTENING I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE L O V E HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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imagines-mha · 5 years

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Type of s/o is a nice idea ! The same question for the Bakusquad + Tokoyami ?♡

Damn i love this. Treat them like the kings (and queen) they are and you’ll be flying. Love u 💕💫

I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WROTE HE EQUIVALENT TO GENESIS 3. OOPS

Bakugo

💥 You and i know Bakugo. He is angry, he is stubborn, he is trying his best. And while some may say he needs someone like that, on his wavelength- naw i disagree

He is his mother all over- and he honestly needs someone like his dad

He needs an s/o where opposites attract comes into play, cus if they were both like Bakugo- lets be real i don’t think they’d come out ALIVE

💥 Someone who’s calm, yet ambitious. Who can relate to him in a way where they feel similar to him, but react in a different way to it than he does (eg- someone with an inferiority complex, but who’s calmer about it)

He needs someone who understands him, so an s/o going through shit in life, but who’s also trying to overcome it all would be ideal for him

Just grow with him anon

💥 He also needs someone affectionate. He trusts very little people, so you would have to be so damn patient

Bakugo is the most ‘anti-pda’ bitch in daylight. The second the sun goes down? He is soft™️

He’s gonna need someone who’ll just sit in his lap, let him play with their hair and snuggle up to him- and act like it’s natural. Ie- if he shows you affection- don’t tease him for being soft. It takes a lot for him to do it

You’ll have to support him, but also remind him its okay to take breaks. He will be stubborn and may snap, but he’s trying his ABSOLOUTE best so love him and cherish him for it

Kirishima

❤️ babie. Little fucking angel. He puts the stars in my eyes.

This boy. Has a heart so huge, so full of love and affection and emotion. He will literally cherish you from day one and he won’t even expect you to do the same

But psa. You better do the same. Or else.

He needs someone affectionate i’m sorry. Someone who’s gonna shower him in love and kisses and support because he literally deserves the world.

He’s a real prince of a boy- and he’s looking for his other half. Break his heart and suffer the consequences of being a horrible human being for the rest of your life

❤️ He is a little self conscious sometimes. Justttt a little- but that means he needs someone who’s going to reassure him and help him work through all of that

He’ll need someone to sit with him and cheer for how far he’s come today, but also to hold him whenever he feels like he’s still at the bottom of his mountain you feel me.

Every little success in life you guys will celebrate hand in hand. Passed a test? Date time!! Had a bad day? Snuggles until you smile!!

He will give you his all- all his time and attention and heart; and it’s only natural you do the same

❤️ He needs someone who also knows how to laugh

He wants to have a water fight at 3am cus its summer and you guys are bored. He wants to order pizza with you and eat it until he literally can’t handle anymore and he’s lying on you whining while you rub his tummy and laugh at him teasingly

He just needs someone he can be himself around and not feel judged- someone who’ll accept him for him

Kaminari

⚡️ My boy. He needs someone who will love him just the way he is. Even if sometimes he makes you want to just whack his head off he wall

He’s naturally funny- and i can see him appreciating someone who was the same. He wouldn’t really work well with someone stuck up and too-high-class

He needs someone chill, down to earth- who knows exactly how to have a good time

⚡️ That doesn’t necessarily mean he wants a party animal either. You could be the biggest introvert but still attract his attention

As long as you can appreciate his humour, make him laugh and show him affection and maybe turn him on, you’re a keeper

My boy loves snuggles. He’ll sweep you up and eskimo kiss you, snuggling right into you and telling you over and over how gorgeous you are and how much you mean to him. Please tell him it back. Match his puppy like energy when you see him. He’ll be so happy

⚡️he also needs someone who’s gonna look past that ‘stupid kaminari’ exterior. Someone maternal and caring

He wants someone to love him for Denki- a slightly less stupid boy who works extremely hard, even though it may not always pay off

Celebrate with him when he succeeds and cheer him up when he doesn’t. Just be there to hold him and to love him through everything dude because he needs it and he’ll do he same to you

Sero

🧡 *cracks knuckles and leans close so my lips touch the mic* Someone who’s going to spoil him like the absoloute prince he is. That’s it.

Sero is actually just looking for someone to match his energy: positive, chill and supportive

He probably would clash with you if you were like a Sharpay-Evans-esque person. Although another part of me thinks that would be cute idk tho just as long as u love him.

🧡 He’s nervous when he has a crush. Don’t even think about teasing him about it, because his friends do that enough

He’ll go to great lengths to make sure you’re alright, and he would need someone who would appreciate that and thank him

Do not take him for granted. He has a lot of self-confidence and love, and he was raised to keep his head held high. If he feels like you aren’t appreciating him for that, then he won’t be interested

🧡 He’s a huge dork, but he also gives me sk8er boi hippie vibes™️ so basically he’s the full package 😎

Kinda looking for someone who’s the same- who would appreciate just hanging out at a park together or going for a walk. He’s not one for extravagant outings- he just loves your company and being out in the open- so someone adventurous too

Mina

💕 lmao MY GIRL. Needs someone who’s gonna treat her like a queen

She is clingy as heck and when she’s in a relationship, prepare to be literally smothered in her love and affection 24/7

She’ll need someone to match all her positivity, but also someone to hold her whenever she’s frightened

💕 Someone lively would best suit her. She’s well liked and super sociable, like hell she’ll wanna just dance with you

If you’re the type to wanna sit inside- she’ll appreciate it, but you’ll need to appreciate the fact she’s gonna be out a lot. She gets bored super easily

She’ll also need someone who’s gonna accept her craziness. She’s so spontaneous- and she’d love for you to be the same way

She wants to just dance around and sing at the top of her lungs with you, run the streets holding your hand, play hide and seek and not care etc- she’ll want someone immature

💕 However she loves to be dominant. She’ll pull your head to snuggle her and you’ll just have to accept it so it would be better if you were naturally submissive

She’ll baby you. She just has some sort of motherly nature in her when she gets sleepy and it’ll make you want to sit on her lap and kiss her forever

But also as i said someone who can handle the clinginess cus she’ll literally want to touch you 24/7 its adorable

Tokoyami

🖤 This boy. He is a prince of darkness. But he is just. So. Lovely.

While ok yeah. I can see him with an emo- a goth gf/bf/nb who will match his level of black and his insanely dark quotes, but you know what would be cute?

Him with a pastel s/o like hear me out

Someone who appreciates the world around them and spreads positivity while wearing shades of bright pinks and blues. Someone who’s like a ray of sunshine to compliment his darkness

🖤 He needs someone with similar interests to him. If they love the night sky, and are appreciative of the stars- he could talk to them forever

He’s an intellectual, noone really gets what he’s saying half of the time. So having an s/o who shares interests such as the beauty in darkness, astrology, black magic etc or music would mean a lot to him

When you speak to him, you’ll feel like you’re talking to a billionaire and it’s wonderful. However he doesn’t need someone who matches that, he knows he won’t find it. What he needs is someone who appreciates him for his words and interests

🖤 he can get a little self conscious- so someone who will tell him hes beautiful (THE TRUTH) and reassure him that he’s all they’ll ever need is essential to him even if he won’t admit it

Of course, he needs a romantic. Someone who isn’t afraid to play into an old-fashioned fairytale romance. Pick him flowers, call him darling. Love is so precious, and to him there’s nothig better than having something straight out of a story

#my hero academia #mha headcanon #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou #fumikage tokoyami #mina ashido #sero hanta #kaminari denki

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cowplant-pizza · 6 years

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This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities!

You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names.

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If you would like a larger picture, a longer description or to see a kitten/puppy as an adult, please send me an ask! Any questions are welcome!

Please tell me if any links are broken!

So please, if you’re interested in adopting one of these fuzzy friends pictured above, click Keep Reading to find out more about them all! (I apologise for the long post for those of you on mobile. This has been tagged as #long post if you’d like to hide it!)

Welcome to the grand opening of Cowplant-Pizza Adoption Centre! Here are our current residents profiles! (in order, left -> right)

Cats: Kittens:

Nougat - Talkative, Skittish, Fluffy - Mixed Breed

A little bundle of joy for your families! Nougat came to us a few weeks ago, alone and scared. She is very skittish and nervous of new people, but has shown a huge amount of affection once she gets comfortable with you. I recommend Nougat being the only Pet in the family until she regains her confidence!

Taco - Playful, Spoilt, Frisky - British Shorthair

This little dude is full of life! He is extremely playful and is always finding things to chase. He loves to run and hide, jump and climb. He might be a little bit of a handful, but Taco is a lovely addition to any family.

Lulu - Affectionate, Playful, Skittish - Mixed Breed

Lulu is a tiny little bundle of love. She wants constant cuddles and is always in the mood to play. She came to us through unfortunate circumstances, leaving her jumpy and nervous to loud noises and other cats. I recommend her being the only cat in the family.

Kia - Skittish, Curious, Frisky - Mixed Breed

Kia was the runt of a litter, so is very skittish when it comes to meeting new people. She dislikes being around peoples feet, so likes to sit up high (often on the fridge!) so she can watch the world go by from a safe spot! She loves to chase mice and investigate new smells.

Mr. Wiggles - Clever, Playful, Affectionate - Mixed Breed

Mr. Wiggles is the embodiment of your dream kitten. He is full of cuddles, play times and even learning tricks! He loves to learn new things, and will be your best friend for life. Be careful where you step, because he’ll always be somewhere close by!

Princess - Affectionate, Spoilt, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Princess acquired her name for a very good reason, because she acts like royalty. Don’t expect her to do anything you tell her to, because she wont! However, just because she’s a bit of a suborn kitty, doesn’t mean she has any less love to give.

Mojo - Glutton, Fluffy, Curious - Mixed Breed

Mojo is a big ball of fluffy cuddles. He loves nothing more than eating! After a big meal, he’ll curl up in your lap for a long nap. But not before long, he’ll either be off investigating a mouse hole, or begging for another bowl of food!

Luna - Clever, Playful, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Luna is a beautiful kitten with shining green eyes, however, she might not sit still long enough for you to admire her! She is a pocket rocket who loves to run, pounce, chase, catch and climb.

Dakota - Affectionate, Friendly, Playful - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of love and cuddles, Dakota is the perfect addition to any household, and a best friend for life. Make sure to get plenty of toys, because she will need them to keep occupied when she finally decides to stop pestering you for cuddles.

Adults:

Tom - Affectionate, Fluffy, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Tom has been in our care since he was a kitten due to his unusual looks and short tail. However, if you can look past his goofy crossed eyes, he is a best friend to anyone. He’s just waiting for the right person to come along and look past his features and to look into his heart.

Disco - Mischievous, Prowler, Aloof - Mixed Breed

Disco was found a few months ago hunting through our bins behind the shelter. We immediately fell in love with his unusual coat colours. We later found that he has traces of Raccoon in him! Who knows what his mother was up to! He is a very mischievous boy, who is always getting into trouble. But who could stay mad at that face? Not us!

Cinnamon - Spoilt, Lazy, Territorial - Mixed Breed

Cinnamon is definitely the Queen of the shelter. She is always bossing the other cats about, and even sometimes the staff! She loves long naps by the fire while being brushed or stroked.

Buzz - Aloof, Clever, Mischievous - Sphynx

Buzz is a little troublemaker. He’s always up to something! But don’t take this little bundle of joy as an idiot, because Buzz is the cleverest cat you will ever meet! And in between his plans to take over the world, there’s of course always time for a nap with his mum/dad.

Precious - Mischievous, Playful, Affectionate - Sphynx

Poor Precious came to us in a terrible state, and has been left sadly blinded through neglect. However she does not let this get to her, and is still on her way to being the criminal mastermind she has always dreamed of being!

Bobby - Fluffy, Lazy, Aloof - Siberian

Bobby is a fat, fluffy, lazy cat. You’ll often find him curled up in places where he really shouldn’t be, eg. washing baskets, beds, your favourite chair. But his favourite place of all is next to you.

Elders:

Magnus - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Magnus is an old chap who was found alone in a back garden. We are unsure of his history, but we can confidently say that he might be the friendliest stray ever if he has been alone his whole life.

Duchess - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - American Shorthair

Duchess is a beautiful cat left to our care after her owner sadly passed away last month. She is very lonely now, and has so much more love to give. Could you give this girl a home for the last few years of her life?

Dyno - Territorial, Prowler, Mischievous - Bombay Cat

Dyno is a grumpy old man in cat form. He hates younger cats and is very protective of his family and home. He loves to hunt birds and mice, and often seems a lot like a kitten.

Dogs: Puppies:

Cludo - Glutton, Playful, Hairy - Mixed Breed

This little chap is full of energy and full of food! We have never known a puppy eat so much and then want to play for hours straight afterwards. Cludo is very fluffy and loves a good snuggle.

Merlin - Playful, Hunter, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Merlin is one of those puppies that never sit still! He needs a very active household to take him on many adventurous and to many interesting places. He’s very eager to get out there and to meet the world with his companion!

Kodey - Adventurous, Active, Loyal - Mixed Breed

Kodey is a funny looking boy with a goofy personality. Perfect for an active owner, Kodey loves long walks and jogs through the forest, fields and beach! But don’t worry, he’ll never run off far, as Kodey will be by your side forever.

Paris - Clever, Friendly, Hunter - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of fur and cuddles, Paris is a loving dog looking for a loving home. She is always looking for hugs, kisses and play. She learns tricks very fast and will even go out hunting for you!

Speckles and Zoey - Active, Jumpy, Friendly. Clever, Playful, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Speckles and Zoey come as a pair. Twin puppies who were brought to us after an unwanted pregnancy. Speckles is very shy, but has lots of love to give. His confidence definitely shines when around his sister Zoey, who loves to play and run! These two are like chalk and cheese, but they are two peas in a pod.

King - Loyal, Couch Potato, Hairy - Tibetan Mastif

King is the biggest and goofiest puppy you will ever see. He is loving and loyal. However this might become a problem if he continues to think he’s a puppy and tries to lie on your lap every night...

Adults:

Maddie - Glutton, Playful, Sleuth - Great Pyrenees

Maddie is a huge bundle of love and joy fit for any family. She will smother you (literally) in love and play. But make sure to keep a bowl of food down at all times, because being that big means you have a big appetite!

Sadie - Clever, Playful, Hairy - Poodle

This girl is the most fashionable Poodle ever. Fit for a well dressed (or not) family, Sadie will bring you years of fun. Be sure to make use of her very clever mind too! This girl might win you a competition or a few!

Daisy - Playful, Stubborn, Vocal - Havanese

This tiny bundle of fun is quite the handful! I recommend an experienced owner in re homing Daisy. Once you have gotten used to her stubborn attitude, she’ll be your best friend.

Rosie - Loyal, Couch Potato, Glutton - Rottweiler

Rosie is a big, floppy doggy, who will love you more than anything. Well, maybe she loves naps a little bit more. Hmmm, or maybe her food... But she’s definitely full of love!

Penny - Clever, Loyal, Aggressive - Poodle

Penny has had a very troubled past, so needs to be the only pet in this family. She has a huge amount of love to give, but is very hesitant with strangers. She needs a lot of support and encouragement.

Boomer - Couch Potato, Glutton, Hunter - Mixed Breed

Boomer is another one of our blind residents. But don’t let that put you off this goofy bundle of love. His favourite thing in the world is to curl up with you after a long days hunting and eating, and eating some more.

Lilly - Glutton, Troublemaker, Vocal - Lhasa Aspo

Lilly might look small and cute, but she is definitely a lady who can stick up for herself! She loves to get up to no good when your backs turned (normally burring her head into the dog food bag!) And she’ll be certain to let you know when she’s hungry!

Gunner - Hairy, Active, Independant - Labradoodle

Gunner is a very active boy who needs a family to take him on lots of long walks in new and interesting places. He doesn’t need much love and cuddles, but still appreciates them non the less!

Spot - Friendly, Active, Stubborn - English Setter

Spot is another one of our dogs that has a lot of energy and needs lots of walks. Expect him to greet everyone he meets with a friendly lick and nudge of the nose. He loves attention, but isn’t too receptive to learning tricks.

Astrid - Clever, Vocal, Loyal - German Shepherd

An unusually coloured German Shepherd, Astrid makes it known that she is one special lady. She’s extremely clever and will make a brilliant companion to anyone willing to give her the time of day.

Elders:

Joey - Clever, Couch Potato, Loyal - Giant Schnauzer

Joey is an old boy. He has arrived at the Shelter due to his life time best friend passing away. He is full of love, but very lonely here. He obviously misses his owner very much, and we just can't possibly fill that hole. If you have space for a big furry bundle of joy in your life, please consider adopting an older dog. Joey would love a companion to love him for the rest of his days!

Balto - Active, Jumpy, Friendly - Mixed Breed

Balto, an old sledging dog, is looking for a family to spend his final years with, winding down after a life of activity and fun. Don’t let his old age fool you though, as this old guy still needs plenty of play and walks!

Sasha - Friendly, Couch Potato, Sleuth - Schnoodle

A Queen in her past life, Sasha loves nothing more than to be pampered by a nice warm fire, curled up next to you with the TV on in the background. This old girl doesn’t let age slow her down, and is still desperate to learn everything she can about the world before Grim comes to take her away!

#long post #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 cats and dogs #follower gift #500 followers!#ts4 adoption #cowplant-pizza adoptions

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letswreakhavoc · 7 years

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Intimacy

#SanversWeek Day One.

I may have set myself the challenge of making every day of Sanvers Week at least vaguely smutty (if not extremely smutty) and I’m not sorry about it, alright?

@queercapwriting J I did - *cough* sorry I mean my **friend** did the thing...

Olive is Beta Goals - @404artnotfound

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She wasn’t lying, when she said that she never liked intimacy. Obviously she knows now that there was a specific reason. But at the time, her aversion to that kind of affection was enigmatic. She wanted to want that kind of closeness, to want sex, to want her boyfriend's the way they wanted her. But she didn’t… she couldn’t.

Matt would beckon for her to join him on his side of the couch and she’d feel a knot of dread form in the pit of her stomach as she tries to pass her grimace for a smile.

“Ah, I’m uh- kind of hot… I’ll just- need some space.” She hopes that she comes across convincingly, as if she isn’t desperately avoiding the kind of touch that feels claustrophobic and suffocating. And it’s not that he’s a bad guy, not at all. In fact, he was the sweetest guy she’d ever met and without all of the fragile masculinity she’d come to detest in other men. Trying to act so chivalrous and for it to go straight to their head.

Matt even smelt nice. He had this nice, flowery scent that seemed so natural to his personality. It was one of the first things she had noticed when they met, and one of the reasons she hadn’t minded being close to him in the beginning. But Alex soon discovered that cuddling could become hot, and uncomfortable, and lead to all kinds of other undesirable intimacies that she often felt guilty turning down. She thought it best to keep her distance, after a while.

It’s much the same story with all of her short lived relationships. Like Finn. He was a perfectly lovely guy, if a little pushy at times. He was more insistent on being close and cuddly with Alex.

“C’mon, babe!” He groans into her ear when she grabs his wrist as his hand tries to travel into the waistband of her pants.

“No, Finn.” Alex is adamant, frowning as she shuffles out of his smothering hold on her. It had been vaguely tolerable at first, when they’d settled down to watch TV, but it went south quickly when his hands had started travelling.

“You keep pulling away, what’s wrong?” Finn asks, his tone just on the wrong side of frustrated, and Alex bristles at his words. Somewhere in her mind, she knows that he is probably concerned for her, but all she hears is his entitlement to her body.

“I don’t want that. Not right now.” Alex replies as calmly as she can, shuffling even further away from him on the bed. “I should be allowed to say no.”

Finn’s look of frustrated concern melts quickly into a pleading look.

“No- wait. Of course, of course you can, Alex.” He mumbles, holding his hands out in surrender but not moving any closer. “I’m sorry.”

He breaks up with her barely a week later.

They would all try to cuddle her, feed her, hold her hand, and Alex would pull away gently. She would stammer out an excuse to keep her distance, to minimise touch. After a little while they would stop trying, and Alex would wait for the inevitable break up.

But then came Maggie.

Maggie Sawyer on her crime scene, at the bar. Every look another sledge hammer to Alex’s walls, and Alex is too enamoured to notice the demolition of her armour.

Or maybe too lovestruck to care.

She breaks through her walls, one after the other, and Alex isn’t even sure she’s noticed.

Maggie takes her hand as they walk into the alien fight club, and for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin at the touch of someone who wasn’t her family.

It was the little things, as their friendship built. A fleeting touch on her bicep or forearm. The brush of their shoulders as they walk away from a crime scene. And it’s nice. Alex feels nice around someone she barely knows, and it’s entirely foreign.

When they start dating, it’s like some ridiculous explosion of emotion, washing over her body in tidal waves whenever Maggie touches her. A hand on her neck as they kiss slowly, softly, gently. A thumb caressing her cheekbone and foreheads pressed together as Alex tries to catch her breath, something she hasn’t quite been able to do since Maggie walked into her life.

For the first time in her life, Alex turns into a clingy monster. Once she learns what it’s like to sleep in Maggie’s arms, she doesn't think she’s ever prepared to sleep alone again. No matter how much hair is in her mouth when she wakes up plastered against Maggie’s side, one arm thrown over her waist and one leg hooked around her knee, Alex thinks she could stay here forever.

The first time Maggie feeds her something from her own fork, Alex doesn’t take it from her, she doesn’t assert her independence, but she accepts so easily, opening her mouth to let Maggie spoon some of the paella she’s cooking into her mouth. Alex’s eyes flutter shut when the flavour hits her tongue, moaning almost erotically.

“Yeah?” Maggie laughs, eyes darkening ever so slightly

“So good.” Alex groans, wrapping her arms around Maggie’s waist from behind and demanding another bite.

“It’ll be ready in like five minutes, Danvers.” Maggie grins. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Oh, and I’m so virtuous am I?”

“Well…” Maggie drawls, covering and pulling the paella away from the heat and turning around in Alex’s arms. “If we’re taking last night into account…”

Maggie forgoes the rest of her sentence to start kissing at Alex’s neck, earning herself a whimper.

“How easy is that paella to reheat?” Alex asks breathlessly, already drawing Maggie away from the kitchen and towards the bed.

“Easy enough.” Maggie grunts, scooping her arms under Alex’s thighs and picking her up swiftly, carrying her to the couch instead, impatience winning out over comfort.

Three orgasms later, Alex is being fed again. Her legs still feel like jello and her breath is still evening out, and Maggie is sharing a plate of paella with her as she recovers, offering her every other bite with a smug look on her face.

“Did I wear you out?” Maggie asks, shit-eating grin on her face as Alex huffs breathlessly.

“Just you wait, Sawyer.” Alex replies, wagging her index finger. “You’re gonna wish you had.

When Alex wakes up the next morning, she finds herself lost in thought. Thoughts about how fucking amazing this feels, tangled and naked and in love. About eating paella off of Maggie’s spoon. About how it is exactly she had not figured this out. About how grateful she is for every second she has now with Maggie.

“Morning, Danvers.” Maggie rasps quietly, stirring Alex from reverie. Alex hums in response, entirely content on staying exactly where she is wrapped around her girlfriend. Maggie begins to squirm a few minutes later, starting to extract herself from Alex’s grip.

“Nooooooooooooo.” Alex whines, tightening her hold on Maggie’s waist.

“I just have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute.” Maggie laughs, pressing soft butterfly kisses to Alex’s forehead as she scoots out of her grasp.

“Promise?” Alex grumbles, looking up at Maggie with her best pair of puppy dog eyes. Everyone thinks Kara’s are irresistible, where do they all think she learnt it?

“I promise. Then you’ll have me back all morning, snuggle monster.”

Alex only grins in response, letting Maggie leave and watching her pad into the bathroom, only wearing one of Alex’s old Stanford shirts. As promised, Maggie reappears and slips back into bed a short time later, straight back into Alex’s waiting arms.

“Have you always been this clingy?” Maggie asks softly, and Alex can hear the smile in her tone. It’s not an accusation or a complaint. Alex sighs happily, burrowing further into Maggie’s arms and laughs.

“That’s what I was thinking about before you woke up.” Alex admits, voice muffled in Maggie’s shirt.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I…” Alex trails off, pulling back slightly so that she can look up into Maggie’s eyes. Her left dimple is out to play, due to the soft smile on her face, waiting for Alex to gather her thoughts.

“Never.”

“Never?” Maggie cocks her head to the side slightly.

“Do you remember what I said at the bar after- I think my exact words were ‘I never thought that it was because of the other…’. You remember?”

Maggie smiles softly, nodding. She remembers.

“Well I meant what I said. About never liking intimacy… thinking I wasn’t built for it. My boyfriends made me feel so… I just… I felt so claustrophobic when they would touch me and I… yeah, I hated it.”

Alex laughs then, recalling fuzzy moments and memories in the back of her mind, stammering out excuses to avoid all forms of intimacy with past boyfriends. “I’d always make an excuse.”

Maggie only holds her tighter, leaning forward to kiss her gently before letting her continue.

“Last year I had to go to dinner with Maxwell Lord.” Alex pauses to laugh as Maggie makes a disgusted face, scrunching her nose in distaste.

“That guy is such a douche.”

“Oh don’t I know it.” Alex kisses away Maggie’s frown.

“He tried to feed me.” She recalls. “A snail. I jerked my head away so quickly that I’m surprised I didn’t give myself whiplash. I convinced myself it was because I didn’t want to eat the snail…”

“Did you?” Maggie asks.

“I did try one… wasn’t that bad. But it wasn’t why I was so bothered.”

Maggie nods and smiles, then frowns.

“You don’t like when people feed you?” She asks warily, clearly remembering the events of the previous night.

“I didn't like when he tried to feed me.” Alex admits shyly. “I like when you do it.”

“Yeah?” Maggie’s smile returns and Alex can’t help but mirror it. “Why?”

“Cause I like you, Sawyer.”

“Do you, now?”

She feels Maggie’s hands moving before she registers her flirty tone, and Alex’s smile only widens as she leans forward, encouraging her onwards.

“I might even go as far as to say that I love you.”

Their lips meet slowly, but harshly, contrasting heavily with Maggie’s soft fingers, trailing down Alex’s sternum and stomach, slipping between her bare legs and stroking gently.

“That’s good…” Maggie mutters against her lips, smiling when Alex gasps and whimpers under her ministrations, fingers swirling around her entrance and then up to her clit slowly. “Cause I love you, too.”

“Yeah?” Alex asks softly, and Maggie thinks she is still far too coherent for her liking.

“Yeah.” She confirms, stroking a little harder.

“Show me.” Alex breaths, her legs sliding open wider, and face moving closer, leaning in to press her lips against supple skin.

“Gladly.”

#sanvers #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #sanvers fanfiction #sanvers smut #SanversWeek #Sanvers Week #Intimacy #SanversWeek Day One

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wishyourgirlfriend · 7 years

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Secrets

Nayeon x Reader, ft. Flirty Eunha

Angst x Fluff, College AU

Requested

Word Count: 1696

Written by Admin LJ who is in love with Im Nayeon

(Author’s Note: I love Eunha so much and I feel so guilty for making her this way in this fic, but her name was the first to come to mind so I just went with it, lol. Also, isn’t this picture of Nayeon the cutest thing?)

When Nayeon had asked you to keep your relationship secret, you hadn't expected it to be easy. It was difficult to not to shower her with affection in public, with kisses and hugs and adorable nicknames to let her know just how much she meant to you, but you two managed as well as you could.

Nayeon promised it wouldn't be that way forever. She assured you that one day soon, she'd work up the guts to come out so your relationship wouldn't have to be so low key. But until then, while to each other you may had been lovers, to the world, you were just best friends.

You accepted that, and never once did you push Nayeon to get it over with and announce her attraction to the same sex. You were understanding, and you had been in the same boat at some point, fearing the reaction of those you were close to once they found out. It was a process that took time to follow through with and complete.

You two had successfully made it through half a semester without giving anything away. In school, you two were just the best of friends, teasing and getting each other in trouble in class. It was all good fun, and you two never got mad at the other. After all, you two had to make this friendship seem real.

It was real, of course, as you two were best friends, but you had also been dating for months, and that does change things.

No one suspected a thing. Not a soul. They saw you and Nayeon as the troublemaker besties, and you were okay with that. You both were.

Your shared classes went off without a hitch, day in and day out, only sneaking affectionate looks at each other when you were sure your classmates were too involved in their own worlds. Sometimes, you had to acknowledge that being sneaky like this sucked, but it was what Nayeon wanted- no, needed- right now.

And besides, she'd make it up to you in your dorm room each night, smothering you in kisses, running her hands along every inch of you, almost desperately, as if she was having withdrawals of you.

It was a secret that was well kept.

Class started right on time, as it normally did, and you leaned back in your chair lazily as your professor lectured you and the class on something completely uninteresting to you, your mind elsewhere, that “elsewhere” being Im Nayeon. You shot a glance to the left of you, catching your girlfriend in the corner of your eye, who happened to be glancing at you as well, and let the tiniest of smiles dance on your lips for just a moment before you returned to fakingly paying attention to your professor.

Just minutes into the lecture, there was a knock on the classroom door, and not a moment later, a girl whose face was unknown to you ventured in, her school bag in hand and a sly look on her face.

The professor introduced her as Eunha. She was cute, you thought, and friendly as it seemed, as she greeted the class with a bright smile, though her eyes settled on you in particular, causing you to look anywhere but her. You felt Nayeon’s eyes burning into your skull, but she said nothing.

Days passed and Eunha was kind, clever, and, as you picked up on so quickly, quite the flirt. To you in particular. She claimed the seat to your right, and every day without fail, she touched your arm gently, or flashed you a bright smile, or winked at you at the end of class, before parting ways.

And every day Nayeon watched with a burning sensation in her blood, eyes narrowed at Eunha every time the new girl made a comment about how good you looked that day, or the time where she reached across her desk to yours to scribble her phone number on your homework.

Nayeon found it infuriating.

“Can't you tell her you're involved with someone?” Nayeon whined one night as she snuggled into the crook of your neck, your arms wrapped securely around her as you cuddled on your dorm bed after a long day of classes. You knew she was bothered by the attention Eunha had been giving you, and you also knew that Nayeon felt powerless when she couldn't tell Eunha that you two were dating.

You shook your head gently so as to not disturb Nayeon, whose steady, gentle breathing tickled your neck each time she exhaled. “What am I supposed to say?” You questioned quietly, rubbing Nayeon’s arm affectionately. “If I said anything, she'd ask me who I was dating, and if I lied to her, I know that would bite me, and you, in the ass one day.”

Nayeon sighed, her lips connecting with your neck for just a second before she nuzzled you lovingly. “I know...” She mumbled, the defeat in her voice clear. “I just hate watching her try to win you over. You're mine.”

“Always.”

When days passed into weeks, Eunha had grown more confident, more daring, and more eager to get your attention. Her hand lingered longer on your arm, her compliments happened more frequently and you definitely took notice to the way she made sure everyone in the class heard her when she flirted with you.

Eunha was desperate to win you over, it seemed.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Eunha giggled as she walked into class and took her seat right next to you. You noticed how, when the new girl (who at this point, wasn't so new anymore) sat down, she inched her desk closer to yours. You let your eyes wander to Nayeon briefly, and couldn't miss the way her eyes threatened Eunha in ways her words couldn't.

It was rare to see Nayeon in such a state.

You greeted Eunha quickly, your uninterest flying over her head, and averted your focus to the notebook in front of you, suddenly becoming very interested in the half-assed notes you took last class.

Eunha, after realizing you had no intention of speaking up and starting a conversation with her, spoke up on her own. “So, (Y/N),” the girl chirped as she leaned closer to you, “a friend of mine invited me to a party and said I could bring someone, do you want to come with me?” Just before you could shake your head in rejection to her offer, she continued on without any hesitation. “Or,” Eunha leaned closer, her face now very close to yours, “we can hang out, just the two of us? Get some drinks? See where things… go from there…” The girl’s hand slid down your arm, horribly slow, from your shoulder to your hand in an attempt to behave seductively.

And Nayeon just wasn’t having it.

“Can you back off?” Your girlfriend barked as she stood from her seat to confront Eunha, your eyes wide in pure surprise at the behavior Nayeon was showing. You never thought, in a million years, Nayeon would be the one out of the two of you to say something to Eunha.

The new girl, whose face had lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, closed her mouth which had previously been hanging wide open in shock. “What’s your problem?” Eunha snapped back, eyes narrowed and hands clenched in fists. You were caught right between them, and could find no words to diffuse the situation.

“My problem is you,” Nayeon goaded, the fire in her eyes nearly visible, “and your disgusting habit of flirting with (Y/N). It’s pathetic!”

You bit your lip and shot a look to Nayeon, trying to tell her to sit down, and not make a mess of things. The last thing either of you needed was for Nayeon to get kicked withdrawn from the class due to a fight, or worse, withdrawn from the semester of school. What she was provoking was a risk that shouldn’t have been taken. “Nayeon…” You warned quietly, your tone urging her to stop.

Everyone in the class was looking now, staring, some whispering gleefully about the odds of a fist fight breaking out, as if this were a long awaited movie or something. The attention that was given to the situation by the other students wasn’t making it any better.

Eunha laughed as if what Nayeon said was the biggest joke she had ever heard. “So what if I’m flirting with (Y/N)? Why does it bother you so much?” The girl’s tone was provoking, like she wanted to egg Nayeon on and make the situation worse than it already was.

“Because she’s my girlfriend.”

Collective gasps were heard throughout the classroom, yours included. You felt as though your cheeks were on fire, and you knew everyone could see the blush that lit up your face in an instant. You stared up at Nayeon from your desk, not entirely sure if you were more shocked that Nayeon had just come out to the entire class with no prior planning, or that she totally just put Eunha in her place after weeks of wanting to, without hesitation.

Nayeon’s expression was hard as stone as Eunha fumbled over her words in an attempt to shoot some witty remark back at Nayeon, but failed and instead stood up from her desk and basically ran out of the class. With a satisfied smirk on her lips, Nayeon took a quick look around the classroom, at the students who refused to make eye contact with her after her aggression towards Eunha, before taking her seat next to you.

You still stared in disbelief, while Nayeon pretended as though the situation that occurred just a minute ago never happened. “You’re insane.” You told your girlfriend in a matter-of-fact tone.

Nayeon smiled in return. “Maybe. I just didn’t want to watch her flirt with you anymore. You’re mine.”

Your professor walked in just as class started, and the lecture began like nothing had ever happened.

Eunha didn’t return to class for the entirety of the lecture.

And Nayeon’s didn’t let go of your hand for the entire day.

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