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hyuckie-angel · 9 months

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treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness

so you jump out of bed to grab his face

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’ (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;))

your physics professor was standing right behind him

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like (－_－)

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

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formulawonu · 1 year

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hello !! i like your writing sooo much <3 may i request how seventeen would be when they have a crush on you? tyvm ^____^

seventeen & crushes

a/n: hi!!! thank u so much for ur kind words!! im back i missed u tumblr world. i miss svt so much. sorry this was a lil too long :”) alexa play crush by seventeen rn

seungcheol: plsss HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY MELT EVERY. TIME. SOMETHING CUTE HAPPENS BETWEEN U BOTH 😭 and his crush would be seen in the tiniest of details. like if cheol knew he was going to see u or ~potentially~ bump into u he would make sure to wear more of his cologne that u once said smelled really good. he wouldnt tell anyone but he would spend a lil longer getting ready to make sure he looked good if he sees u. practices what he could talk to u about. but in front of u he would be so nonchalant 🥱 fml it’d be like “oh? y/n ur here?” HE KNEW U WERE COMING THATS WHY HE CAME GET OUT CHEOL

jeonghan: no bec hannie would be so cute :/ like he’d affectionately annoy u throughout the day because he just loves having u part of his day. he just loves talking to u. specifically you. it makes him happy and giddy. and he doesn’t think much of it until someone else (read as: shua and seungkwan) brings it up dshjfdf “so jeonghan ur lil crush on y/n is cute” “what ?” then he proceeds to think abt it and its a lightbulb moment and then he gets kinda cute and shy around u and ur like “jeonghan whats wrong with you u havent said anything weird these past few days its getting weird” he just starts giggling around u shut up 😭 then masks it by saying smth like “so you DO like it when i annoy u 😏 my masterplan is working” ok gaslighter

joshua: SWEETEST. GUY. EVER. like i think shua is the type to regularly check on you throughout the day or leave u good morning texts idek 😭 like he’d say he hopes u have a good day and then lets u know he’s free to talk at night if u wanna talk abt how ur day went haha just in case haha but its no biggie if you cant haha (he’s really overthinking this is he being too pushy????) and i think he’d realize pretty quickly he has a crush on you when he notices he likes being near u when u guys are in the same place and he’d be like huh this is happening! but who wouldn’t like them! would continue being the sweet guy he is and hopes for the best 🤞

junhui: noooooo my sweet junhui 😭 he would really remember every single thing you tell him. you have a test on this day? he’s wishing you good luck first thing in the morning or buying you breakfast/coffee before it because u can’t take a test on an empty stomach! you have a job interview or an event? he’s helping you get ready for it and practicing whatever could happen to help you prepare. u like this specific snack and he’s going to be seeing u soon? takes a pic of it to send to u then buys it so he can give it to u. he’s such a selfless and caring guy by nature and all he wants is to be there for you in any way he can. IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRY LIKE we all see how caring he is towards the other members can u imagine being on the receiving end of his affection

hoshi: this could really go two ways honestly lmfao he is either EXTREMELY distant from u because he thinks anything else would make his crush on u waaaay too obvious and he needs to be the cool guy!!!!! and he can’t do that if he cant get his damn heart to calm down every single time ur around!!!! or he could literally be everywhere u are 🤣 its like fuck the cool guy look i like her what can i do ??? like u show up to a party and suddenly ur like omg soonyoung ur here. “yea u said u were going so here i am!” or u tell him ur alone studying at a cafe and he shows up bec he “didnt want u to be lonely” 😭 honestly he has the best intentions he just wants to be there for u bec it makes him happy and hopefully it makes u too :””) grrrrrr

wonwoo: this one kills me because he’d REALLY REALLY try 😭😭😭 and i don’t mean this in a tries to be someone they are not kind of thing but he’d make so much effort to connect with u ://// like whenever he sees u he’d find ways to talk to you even if it’s the awkward “hey how are you” “i’m doing good! how are you” “i’m doing good too (◠﹏◠)” then hes internally panicking scrambling running around his head trying to think of what else he can say so the conversation doesn’t end and he ends up talking/asking about the randomest shit like so do you come here often NO WONU Y/N DOESNT THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND’S HOUSE PARTY YOU KNOW THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE my god he’s so precious please take care of him please take care of his heart please love me back wonu *cue seungkwan imitating his laugh*

woozi: i almost teared up thinking about jihoon having a crush on u. my god like on the outside he’d be nearly the same he always is but those that know abt it see that his gaze flits ever so often to where you are when you’re around. just to make sure you’re okay. just to make sure you’re having a good time. just to see u smile bec that alone makes his day :/ PLZZZZ and every time u talk to him his heart flutters a lil quicker his smile is a lil bigger and the crinkles by his eyes come out a lil more. if ur someone close to him and u visit him in his studio regularly but u somehow stop visiting bc ur getting a lil busier these days he’d shoot u a quick text and be like why havent u been annoying me in the studio recently (thats code for: i miss you. i wanna see you. is everything all good with you?) KMN!!!!!

minghao: i think he’d be very honest w himself about it. like it’s just a crush it happens. these are minghao’s present feelings and he accepts them as they come ! my mature guy. he doesn’t try to force anything because he wants everything to just happen naturally!!!! ofc he makes it a point to say hello to you first whenever you come around and he makes sure to send u the name of that book he told u about and he could come with you to go get a copy if you’d like :”) ofc he thinks about u and how ur doing more often than he realizes. he just… he just loves the feeling of having a crush on you. it’s so exciting and new and the premise of being able to get to know you more and the potential things you guys could bond over is something so splendid so personal so special to him plz crush him back

mingyu: I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE MINGYU WILL NEVER HAVE A CRUSH ON ME but he would be so silly so cute so overwhelmingly charming everytime u are around. we know how clumsy the guy is but he’s stumbling over his words cracking the lamest jokes to make u laugh casually putting his arm around you when you guys are walking to protect u (hes freaking out should he have done that????) LIKEEEEE HE’D BE SO CUTE IDK IF U SEE THE VISION BUT I SEE THE VISION 😭 but he’d also be so freaking cool that u would never even THINK that he has a crush on you. because he’s just that endearing. he’s offering to bring you places because he’ll be in the area (he’s actually coming from his place) he’s hugging you a lil longer goodbye he’s calling you at night just to hear your voice he’s sending you pics of himself to update u on what he’s doing he’s so dhkjdsfghskjgf just one chance mingyu

seokmin: byeeeeee this man is the opposite of discreet hdfgksjfhdg but its the cutest thing ever 😭 the moment he realizes he has a crush on u he suddenly gets all shy around you always just smiling at you finding ways to be closer to you like maybe sitting across you when ur out eating with friends because it’s not too close but not too far and he could still talk to you and see you :/ he’s blushing every time u compliment him on something idek he’d just be so cute and flustered all the time ahshadajdh fr after he makes a joke and you’re like “seokmin ur so funny” he’d be like “REALLY 🥹” proceeds to make the same joke in variations just to make u laugh more and bec he knows u find it funny so it’s fool-proof!!!!! he’s making u laugh it’s music to his ears!!!! but would 9/10 panic if he was ever left alone with u and he isn’t that close to you so all he does is smile at u until u ask him smth and he can breathe a lil more and relax into the convo

seungkwan: awww seungkwan would be so comfortable around u. so caring. he’d look after you and remind u every day to take ur vitamins! don’t forget to feed ur pet! make sure to leave by this time so u aren’t late! but he’d also treat you like his best friend. like i think he realizes he has a crush on u while u guys are bickering over smth so stupid and he’s like wow i don’t think i would ever want to bicker abt something this stupid with anyone else :”””) hahahakillmenowhahahaha and he’d always be attached to ur hip when u guys are out like he’s just always looking out for you and is so carefree whenever ur there so it’s such a refreshing feeling for him to have someone like that in his life pls care for him back ;/ pls look out for him too bec thats the only thing he wants to do for you!!!!

vernon: mans is absolutely SHOCKED. FLOORED. like?????? he didn’t know he had time to have a crush?????? when did this happen?????? but then after thinking abt it for a while he’s like hm yea that does check out 🤣 tbh i think he doesn’t change how he is with you at all. it’s a crush he’s not in grade school anymore ! but alas it manifests itself in his life in different ways. suddenly he has to make sure you taste this amazing dish he had. he has to make sure u check out this dope song he found. have you even watched the world’s funniest movie (to him)??? there’s so much of the important and special things in his life he suddenly wants to share with you and he just cares so much about what you think and your opinion of things bec you’re so cool and he’s so curious about who you are and boom there you go mr chwe you DO have a crush so what!

dino: djhfgmhdgmf CAN LEE CHAN CUT IT OUT HE ISN’T GETTING MARRIED HE ISN’T IN LOVE ITS JUST A CRUSH GET UP!!!!!! this guy is literally overthinking everything. what should he do now ? does he confess ? are they the one ? 😭😭😭 slow down sailor u are simply fond of the person -__- he’s deep in thought and u have a member asking him whats wrong why is he so stressed and hes just like i just ruined everything my life is over i like y/n . BYE that shit spreads so fast whoever asked him is informing the gc and suddenly everyone is involved everyone is teasing him and he can’t do anything abt it because THEY ARE RIGHT HE’S A SUCKER FOR YOU 😭 would actually message u abt it and be like ahahaha hi how’s it going how’s your day been wanna hang out tomorrow miss you fml but he’s cute he’s boyfriend-coded just a lil lost at times but he means well 🤣

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chiiyuuvv · 4 months

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heyy can I request xikers reaction to you being insecure about something in yourself(anything, u name it) thank youu and I love your writing 🤍✨

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First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

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samalong1 · 11 months

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How to survive being Gluskin's brids

Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin

Ima write fluff for him after

-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you

-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face

-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so

-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs

-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels

-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife

-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will

-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner

-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family

-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes

-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table

-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big

-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away

-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it

-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact

-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage

-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace

-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey

-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds

-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be

-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child

-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him

-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again

-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him

-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during

-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more

-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word

-short case don't

#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast x reader #tw dead dove

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lacaptaine · 3 months

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Summer Scribblin'

DISCLAIMER: I MAY HAVE TAGGED IT AS ARTHUR WITH READER BUT IT ISN'T ROMANCE, JUST FLUFF, AND CUTE FAMILY LIKE DYNAMIC. THANKS.

Hello, this is my first contribution to fandom ever and like; I barely write. Just so you know, I am no writer, unless I feel like it. I needed to however get this idea out of my system, because I believe Arthur deserves to feel a little happy for a moment. I'm leaving a link to ao3, but there's also a tumblr text version below. : )

Arthur Morgan has a soft spot for children, change my mind.

WORD COUNT: 2,391

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SUMMARY: He may be a terrible man; until a child comes along. That's where his heart melts, paternal instincts kicking in rather immediately. With that, we see the Outlaw finding himself enjoying the presence of a peculiar youngling, who doesn't seem to speak much.

Humid was the air on this land, almost like one would jump into a pot of boilin' stew. It almost felt impossible to breathe at times, many of 'em outlaws seekin' shelter under the confines of tree leaves, some optin' for minimum amount of layers to cover their bodies. Terrible damn weather.

One of 'em outlaws, 'spite the rather unpleasant conditions, still decided to sit in here and scrawled like an angry, bad man that he can be, his large hand holdin' his pen in a tight grip, its tip runnin' in quick strokes. His brows were pulled down, creating a fresh pairs of wrinkles on his sweaty forehead. One of the fellow members of his gang, whose mouth ain't ever stopped runnin', had a lot of things to say 'bout today's action in the town, criticising his alleged lack of backbone. Fuckin' moron; one who'd rather come in 'n watch everyone's brains splatter all over the walls, at times leaving one wondering whether the numbers matter to him only in terms of money, or with the numbers in question being 'bout casualities. The higher the amount for both, the better he felt, one would assume. The cowboy's fingers stroked over slicked strands of blonde hair as he sighed deeply. He ain't got the patience for the bastard, and he's come to realise that it is indeed better for the sake of keepin' it together if he'd ignore him. After all, at the end of the day, the moron's gettin' real kick out of it. He's just a waste of breath, waste of space, waste of mind, waste of food, waste of...��

Alright, maybe he will focus on appreciating the wildlife, instead.

After he was done with givin' his frustrations a little outlet, rather than a bullet to the previously mentioned fella's head, he turned the page, and opted for drawing, a particular hare catching the man's attention. It didn't move, so it proved to be a perfect opportunity for him to drown in the world of, uh... bunnies. It's better than causin' more fuss.

Not so long later, a gentle padding of boots against the ground reached the man's trained ears; however, suspecting that it's just one of the gang members passin' by, he didn't bother lookin' up, having found nothing close to eagerness for conversation. At some moment, soft footfall stilled on the grass, right next to him, what he assumed could be someone waitin' for him to speak.

'What is it?' he inquires, rugged voice rasping out, in a manner which one might find threatening, blue eyes remaining set straight on the paper in front of him. The answer, however, has never been granted to him, deepening the scowl on his face. Leaving the questions hangin' in the air was always a lil' bit of a burden. 'Whaddya-'

With a turn of his head, his sight is welcomed by a particular person, a new... rather small member of their gang, leaving cowboy's face scribbled with bewilderment. She stood there, her height barely reaching past his reclined form, her facial structure being an epitome of innocence. Tiny hands clasped right in front of herself, her head bowed like one of a fawn's.

'If that ain't... hey,' he greeted, having cleared his throat. 'I, uh... You want somethin'?' The outlaw fixed his expression almost immediately, opting to give a child a smile which oozed warmth and safety, almost forgetting 'bout whatever the hell's been on his mind just a second ago. He wouldn't want to scare the youngling with a a mean look; 'specially since he was able to see her own cheeks roundin' up into a bashful smile itself. She couldn't have been livin' here on this earth for longer than five years, though he cannot tell with them kids. What he knows is that the man has a special set of behaviours reserved for small folks like her, and that the poor thing needs friendly faces to get accustomed to. He is a terrible man, one that kills, one that beats people up and robs the hell outta 'em, but he didn't have the heart to just be another mean bastard when it came to children.

There's a case of her peculiarity that everyone's been rackin' their brains about. First, the kid didn't speak. No one was able to come up with the reason; she seemed to hear just fine, although she merely responded with a glance; if she bothered sparing one, which brings another aspect. It could always been 'bout the fact that she were a little one, nevertheless, eye contact proved to be challenging for her; her gaze always averting as soon as someone returned her own. It left several members wondering about the history behind this quiet girl, other than the tragic circumstances surrounding her discovery. For now, they opted to making the child feel like at home. She hadn't got anyone else to turn towards, with the The Outlaw finding the lost youngling alongside the Leader of the gang a few months back. Her wailing, and a couple of lifeless bodies were enough backstory for them to come to a conclusion that the poor child was utterly alone in this harsh world.

With that, the man suddenly realised that it is the first time he's able to see the colour of her eyes, the curious lookers taking in the sight of a journal in his hands; more specifically, scribbles he had done a few days back when he was on his journey through the forests of West Elizabeth; as the pages turned when he wasn't holding them in place. He always had it with him, this journal; something about the world around him capturing his interest everytime, with paper providing space for his thoughts, or even doin' as much as letting him capture quickly what he had seen. Interestingly shaped trees, wonderfully coloured flowers, animals; funny lookin' or not, always ended up finding their own place in his journal. It ain't like he shared it with anyone, it was after all so personal to the man. A child, however, was enamoured by little drawings he did, fascinated by the details of a wild hare on a page, her tiny mouth slightly open. With one last glance at the man, she hesitatantly took a step towards him, with an expectant gaze, her finger pointed towards the small patch of grass next to him.

'You, uh...' The Cowboy repeats her gesture awkwardly. '... Wanna sit with me?' No response aside from an endearing tilt of her head, as if he were lookin' at a pup. He found himself unable to resist a gentle laugh, even if he were quite unsure of how to go on about with this one. Something 'bout this youngling just had him in her tiny grasp; that much was clear. She needed someone to make her feel safe, having her childhood ruined in such a cruel manner. Warmth washed over him; because it truly is the first since she were able to hold the eye contact with him, as if she were finally opening herself up. 'Alright, come here, Lil' one.'

Perhaps, it will be best if he were to repeat himself, that's for sure. In an inviting manner his large hand moved, tapping it against the green ground next to him, the seat she eagerly took.

'Ah... Look at you, comin' outta your shell, yeah?' He encouraged further, with the toddler glancing up at the man's face once more, with a small giggle. Then what follows... Silence. As usual. A nod of his head, and he thinks for a moment, feeling her stare on him. "What should he do?", he wonders, scratching his rough chin as he tries to think of ways he could entertain the child... While she ran tiny fingers over the clean sheet of paper, as if she found the texture rather fascinating. Ah, well, it... it's his... Well, private belonging or whatever, but it ain't like the kid will steal his journal and run away with it, no. She is very polite when she makes a bashful gesture of her hand, as if to ask him if she may hold it, if she can use the sheets of paper, and something about it just melts his cold heart, devoid of any kindness, or so, as he likes to believe...

'Here you go,' he said simply, the journal traversing through his hands to her own, because for how long can he resist his paternal instinct, the one he thought had died a long time ago? He's a bad man, he thinks. The youngling skips over the pages with words, a natural instinct to be more drawn towards the pictures of flowers he'd made.

'My, a real connoisseur of art,' the man laughed, but the girl haven't looked up at him, her eyes observing the sketch of a deer with intrigue. 'Not like I'm, uh... any artist or somethin'...' He was a tad awkward, that's for damn sure. He was a rugged outlaw after all, a terrible man, robber and a killer of the worst sort. Seein' small folk like her just makes him... Wonder what makes a little pup like her want to hang around with him.

After a moment, the child looks up at him with a bashful look on her face, almost apologetic in a way. Her hand slightly raised to her face, tapping her finger against it. Oh.

Suddenly, it all makes sense now.

The outlaw cleared his throat; right.

She ran into an empty page, rubbing her round nose with fingers deep in thought, before her eyes peeked into the pen in his hand, gaze that the Outlaw followed with utmost attention. He didn't know what to think, it ain't like... Ah, those damn children.

'Wanna, uh... draw? Scribble a little?' His speech was slow, giving her the time to observe the movements of his lips. The pen was raised, its tip drawing circles in the air, while he pointed at the journal in the child's hand. Trying his best to make an attempt at finding a different way to speak and help her understand his intentions, past the verbal communication, he saw the child next to him lighting up all of sudden, a reaction that got him smilin'. Smilin' to a point where his cheeks hurt. She perked up, like little, baby deer, and it took all his strength to not melt as her tiny fingers took the extended pen out of his large hand.

This precious thing was overjoyed, that much he could see. It's like the pen transferred an energy that's been waitin' for its release since the day she was born. The child doodled, using the simplest shapes to portray different creations of nature. A big tree on the left, with a sizeable flower that reached half of its height; a smiling cat with three whiskers on each side of its muzzle, probably havin' in mind a feline that she may have seen at some point in her life; equally just as big, and a little house. The Outlaw, normally, wouldn't have it within him to just let someone scribble all over his belonging, but god damn it. It's a child. Ain't like they got much paper lyin' around for free use. If that means seein' a the little duckling happy, so be it...

The man saw a red squirrel running right in front of them, stoppin' every once in a while to check the surroundings. And of course, he didn't have the heart to stop the little artist in the heat of her passion, but he couldn't let the opportunity for her to see the curious animal just pass! He nudged the girl gently, just on her arm, and pointed at the rodent that tried to jump over the tree. It took her a moment, her eyes being squinted in focus, before relaxing when she saw it.

'Look'at it go, almost as tiny as you!' The man laughed gently, lookin' down at her once more, seein' that she's already traced the lines which resemble the squirrel; the girl havin' made sure to emphasize long ears and fluffy tail. The animal on the paper was almost as huge as the cat next to it. He's a bad man, and yet, he couldn't resist the smile that's been plastered on his face for a good few minutes now. She may not have been as expressive as other children he'd see, but when the baby giggled, when her lips curled up, or even when she did as much as she scrunched her nose in focus; warmth washed over his cold, cold and, once again, cold heart. It's like the girl melted it, and stole it, the precious little thing she was, paternal instincts resurfacing within him once more.

And then; just like that, he saw a sketch, and his eyes widened slightly. On a page he sees a drawing of a person... A man with a beard, a hat on his head, with a scarf wrapped aroung his neck, and the widest damn smile on his face, like the one of a fool's. The Outlaw wiped his mustache, taking into his hands the journal she had extended to him, with that expectant look on her face. She waited for that nod of approval, needing it more than anything at this moment; an approval that he, this rugged man, granted. Of course, he knew who that fella on the page was; it were him, or, how the toddler saw him as. A big fella with a hat, who smiles at her widely. He wasn't an outlaw to her, or a goddamn cowboy. To the girl, he was just a nice man who let her draw in his journal, who kept her safe from dangers of cruel world, which took her childhood. Possibly the first person she had approached on her own ever since she found herself in the gang.

And that is something he couldn't wrap his head around. How is it possible, that he; a person so terrible as he is, was the one that this kid somehow wasn't threatened by?

And god, why was he smiling so much? He cannot tell.

What he can tell, however, he hasn't done that for so long.

And that her own smile, he wants to protect.

#arthur morgan and reader #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #fluff #read dead redemption fluff #red dead redemption fanfic #arthur morgan & original character #arthur morgan x reader

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eds6ngel · 10 months

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Hello angel! I was thinking maybe introvert Eddie with an extrovert reader! Like they date and then they’re out at a restaurant and his food is wrong and he doesn’t want to say anything so she does? Just something cute like that with maybe a few other instances as well! Your writing is perfect by the way 💙💙💙

hi sweetheart!! firstly, thank you ever so much for the compliment! this is such an array of emotions, but i think it encapsulates what introverted!eddie would feel like in a relationship <3

warnings: fem!reader. pet names. swearing. food mentions. satanic panic rhetoric. mentions of su*c*de. mentions of eddie being poor. mentions of ab*se (eddie's past). eddie and reader cry together :'). a lil bit of hurt. comfort. tooth-rotting fluff!! [2.3k].

If there’s one thing that Eddie fails to share with everyone, it’s that he is actually extremely introverted. You already assumed this when you first met him, the boy screaming on top of cafeteria tables about how “conformity is bullshit” and how its “killing the kids” and whatnot.

But, when you started dating, he sure showed that his apparent extrovertedness was seemingly a completely lie.

For your first date, Eddie took you out to Benny’s Burgers. Your friends kept telling you how it was a mistake and how that was no way to show a girl you fancied her, but the location didn’t matter to you. Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie lived down at Forest Hills Trailer Park with his uncle, so you assumed money issues played a huge deal in his upbringing. So, as someone a bit more well-off, it wasn’t for you to judge how he spent the little money he had. Although, it didn’t matter to you in the slightest.

As you guys look back now, it’s insane how much you brought him out of his shell over the months. But, reflecting back on your first date will always be one of the funniest moments.

“So… what you thinking of getting?” Eddie asks shyly, looking up at you from behind the menu, immediately avoiding eye contact the second you look back at him.

Your mom had always taught you that if someone else was offering to pay, you should never go for something expensive, and you took that on, always ordering or purchasing something low in value.

So, you chose the cheapest meal on the menu, “I’ll just take the hamburger and fries, and just a water to go with it. I’m trying to calm down on the caffeine intake,” you softly laugh.

The problem is, Wayne always taught Eddie never to order higher than the girl, saying that it’s a way to make them feel special and as if they’re the main attraction there.

So, Eddie replied, “Yeah… I’ll take the same…” he mumbles, shutting the menu and laying it on top of yours to the side.

But, what Eddie failed to let you know is that he wasn’t the biggest lover of salad in his burgers. The patty, cheese and a bit of ketchup will do him perfectly, perhaps a little bacon if he’s feeling fancy.

So, when the waitress brought you your meals, you began munching into the burger, talking away about how good it was and complimenting Eddie’s choice of diner, trying to lift his moods since he seemed extra nervous. But, after a few minutes of talking, you see Eddie’s plate still completely full, minus a few fries which he had picked up with his fingers and nibbled on. He hadn’t even added any sauces or seasonings to his meal.

“Eddie, is there something wrong with your food?”

He looks up, scratching the back of his head, but quickly retracting it as he realises that is his grease-covered hand, “Um… No, nothing’s wrong at all…”

You lay your knife and fork down, looking into his brown orbs, “You know you can be honest with me, right? I know I may come across as a bit much, but there’s nothing to be scared about.”

Eddie connects his eyes with yours, sighing out, “It’s just… I don’t really salad in my burgers…”

“Oh, that’s fine!” you say, “I’ll just get them to replace it for you!”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll just take it out myse—”

But, before Eddie can argue against you, you’re calling over the waiter, explaining to them, “I’m so sorry, my date here forgot to order his burger without the salad. Is there any chance you could replace it for him?”

“Of course!” they smile, taking Eddie’s plate and replying, “I’ll be back in five.”

Eddie sighs, seeping into his chair in embarrassment, “You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve just taken it out myself…”

“Nonsense!” you wave off, “It would’ve been cold by then! Besides, it was no big deal at all. Now you’ll have just as nice of a meal as me.”

And that was just instance number one. Eddie was shocked that you ended that first date with a kiss to the cheek and the planning of date two. He was surprised you liked him that much after the fuss he made with some goddamn salad.

The second time you widely recall is when you introduced him to your friends.

You weren’t exactly popular at Hawkins High, but people knew of you and treated you with respect, the same as with the rest of your peer group. Sadly, your friends weren’t as open-minded as you were. They were quick to believe rumours and judge people instantly, but after meeting their parents, it was obvious as to why. Indoctrination was a real asshole.

So, when Eddie ditched his Hellfire group and joined you on the other side of the cafeteria for the day, he was anything but happy. Sure, he was excited to meet your friends, the ones who you spoke mostly highly of, but it was the interacting that he was unimpressed with.

“So, Eddie…” Sandy starts, chewing loudly, “What do you like to do? Like, your hobbies and stuff? Apart from playing that weird cult game or whatever.”

You smack her shoulder lightly, “I’ve told you a million times San, those rumours are bullshit. It’s just a bunch of nerdy guys throwing some dice around a table, nothing Satanic about it.”

“I don’t know,” Ellie sings from opposite you, “My mom said that two boys killed themselves because of it.”

“Don’t you think that’s just an unfortunate accident? Like, I’m sure two people who listen to pop music have killed themselves before too. But, you don’t see Cyndi fucking Lauper being banned from every radio station in America,” you roll your eyes, Eddie slowly sinking in his seat at the end of the table next to you, awkwardly nibbling on a pretzel.

You softly touch his arm, “I’m sorry about them baby. Go ahead, answer their question,” you smile.

Eddie coughs, sitting back up straight in his chair, “Um… I like Bon Jovi…” he shyly says, an obvious answer to try and fit in with your peer group.

“They’re okay…” Betty replies, “But, Madonna is way better in my personal opinion.”

“Betts!” you yell at her, “I thought you were here to get to know him, not judge him more!”

“I’m not judging!” she shouts back, “I’m just saying that Madonna is better than Bon Jovi. Besides, he’s obviously lying. He listens to that other Satanic shit, the metal stuff.”

You scrape your chair along the floor, standing up and grabbing Eddie’s hand, dragging him up with you, Sandy yelling out, “Where are you going?”

“Back to his friends that’s where,” you retort back, “I’m not gonna sit here and let you berate my boyfriend like that! Besides,” you smirk, “Metallica is fucking amazing.”

And with that, you spent the remaining twenty minutes of your lunch break with your true friends, your former ones merely a memory of the past.

The final, most prominent moment was towards the end of your first year of dating. By this time, Eddie had definitely come a lot more out of his shell, not just with you, but in public too. No longer scared to correct people at restaurants, being able to talk to strangers a little more easily, even freely making the phone calls he needed to.

But, there was one thing he hadn’t needed to battle yet. A situation he avoided at all costs.

“Ah, shit,” Wayne swears from behind you in the kitchen, you and Eddie snuggled up on the couch, watching a random sitcom that was airing on the channel you had flipped over to.

“You alright Wayne?” Eddie asks, keeping his gaze upon the small TV in front of him.

“Son, I know you’re hanging out with your girl right now, but my shift starts in less than an hour and the fridge is bare. You wouldn’t mind if I made a quick list to nip over to the store and grab some things would ya?”

Eddie looks down at you, asking with his eyes for a confirmation to which you happily agree, “Sure Wayne, I don’t mind helping out for you guys, if Eddie wants to go now, of course. Yeah, baby?”

Eddie nods, “Sure, best time too. Late at night, the store is practically empty. Much easier to get around.”

But, what both you and Eddie failed to recognise was what time of the year it was. The date was December 22nd, three days before Christmas. So, as Eddie pulls into the grocery store parking lot, there’s a lot more vehicles present than usual.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles, “It’s fuckin’ Christmas ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Yeah… But, you got this,” you say, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand where it was perched on the joystick, “You’ve accomplished so much this year in terms of your shyness. We can knock another one out the park tonight, can’t we?”

He parks up in an empty space, turning off the ignition and lets out a sigh, “Yeah… I got this.”

“That’s the spirit!” you exclaim, pressing a kiss to his cheek and jumping out of the passenger side of his van.

However, as you enter the store, both of you grabbing onto the shopping cart, Eddie tenses up at the amount of people wandering around. The aisles are crowded, the sounds of beeping from the scanners flood his ears and the clicking of heels against the tiled floor make him want to crawl out of his own skin.

You put your hand on top of his on the handle, “Baby, deep breaths, okay? You got this.”

He really does try his best, trying to focus on finding the groceries Wayne had written down, but like every other store, they changed their layout, making it impossible to find the required items in a timely manner, further adding to Eddie’s stress.

Once you get to the pet aisle, the atmosphere is a lot quieter, not many people seemingly having pets in Hawkins. You stop moving the cart and turn to Eddie, looking up into his eyes, “You wanna head back to the van, don’t you?”

He sighs, rubbing his hands over your arms, “I really tried, sweetheart, it’s just… It’s so overwhelming in here. There’s so many people, like, why did everyone leave everything so last minute?”

You chuckle lightly at this, “I mean… It’s a bit ironic coming from us, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…” Eddie looks down disappointedly, “We’re not getting Christmas food, you know?”

You frown slightly at Eddie’s words. You found out very early on that the Munsons didn’t do a traditional celebration of the popular holiday. Frankly, they were too poor to go all out, the only reminder that Christmas was coming up being the twenty year old faux tree sitting weakly in the corner of the trailer.

You cup his cheeks, his hands immediately moving down to your waist, “Go and wait in the van, my love. I’ll take care of this.”

Eddie sighs, opening up his wallet and passing you the $20 note that Wayne had given to him, “Just… don’t spend more than that, okay? Wayne’ll kill me.”

“Got it. Take a breather, calm down, I’ll be as quick as I can,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before Eddie walks back out to the entrance of the store.

But, Wayne couldn’t kill Eddie if his budget wasn’t broken, nothing could be done if the limit was exceeded by the money out of your pocket.

So, when Eddie saw you walking towards the van with four bags instead of the usual two, he sits there shocked, you opening up the back of his van and placing them neatly against the side.

“I said don’t go over the limit,” Eddie says, a scared look across his face as he takes in the sheer capacity of food you had purchased for the two men, you jumping in the front with one of the bags in your lap.

“You and Wayne deserve a treat for how hard you two work, so I dipped into my own,” you smile softly, rendering Eddie speechless. “Plus, I thought you could make that classic Christmas meal a reality.”

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes as you place the bag in his lap, him shuffling through to find everything from a turkey, to potatoes, to vegetables, to gravy, everything to make a perfect Christmas dinner.

Eddie mouth opens wide as he stares at you, cupping your cheeks and bringing you in for a loving kiss, a smile being felt as the tears falling from his eyes land on your cheek. He places a few more on your right cheek as he gives you a bone-crushing embrace, the tears spilling onto your shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, I love you. I love you so goddamn much. Thank you sweetheart. My sweet girl, thank you.”

And his words can’t help but let a few tears slip from your eye also, the moment feeling so surreal and intense, so full of love and admiration. You knew of Eddie’s past, of how much he had been through. His memories of Christmas reminded him of getting beaten by his dad or feeling poor as the other kids rambled about their time of giving at school the next semester. So, you wanted to change that for him. You wanted to be the one to finally show him what it was like to feel loved at Christmas.

And when Eddie brought you around the day after Christmas, Wayne wrapped you in his arms, muttering into your shoulder: “Thank you darlin’. We’ll be forever grateful for what you did for us.”

i literally got emotional writing this towards the end :') i hope you enjoyed <33

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Congrats on your milestone sweets!!!!!!!💚💚💚💚💚💚

Could I request one with james potter x pregnant reader, please?

Maybe how she tells him that she is expecting his baby and how james would react.

Thank you so much Robyn! 🤍

I didn't hear a single word you said - Send me a situation along with a character and I’ll write a lil blurb (eg. remus lupin x shy! fem! reader first kiss)

Two minutes

James Potter x fem! pregnant! Reader

Summary: Y/n has something very special to tell James

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and pregnancy test, one mention of morning sickness, reading peeing on the stick, quick proofread

A/n: 1.3k words, kinda modern au because of the pregnancy stick x thank you so much, of course you can, hope you like it and the direction I went xx

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You were nervous, fingers tapping on the counter as you waited on James coming home from work. Your nerves were of a mildly excited kind, more prospect than fear. Your eyes fall down to the pregnancy test, you hadn’t taken it yet, but with a missed period, tender boobs and your mid-morning throwing up, you were sure you already had your answer.

Your head snaps to the door, hearing the distinct jangle and jiggle of keys in the older lock that certainly needed replacing. A smile escapes you, excitement flooding your stomach. James had mentioned on passing how cute kids were, and how he couldn’t wait to have his own one day, so you could only imagine how he’ll feel that it may be a reality

“Bloody hell” James laughs as he finally gets the door open “Who needs magical locks when you’ve got that” he jokes causing a giggle to escape you

You can’t see the door from here, the cabinets block it, but you know he’s smiling, he adored being the reason you laughed. Its confirmed as he rounds the corner, pulling off his all too adorable bobble hat and sliding off his scarf with the sweetest smile you can’t help but mirror

“It’s freezing out there” he notes, hanging up the scarf and hat before shrugging off his coat “Mere weeks ago we were laying on the bathroom tiles in attempts not to melt” he shakes his head, finally turning to you “Hey love” he finally greets, shoulders relaxing in relief at the sight of you

“Hi” you stand up, huge smile on your face

He hithers at you to come yet still takes paces to meet you in the middle and the moment he’s close enough his arms engulf you, the smell and feeling of the outside and cold clinging to him. Your cheek wants to recoil but you welcome it instead, nuzzling yourself deeper into his chest

“I needed this” he sighs into you, head tucking into your hair as his arms hold you a little tighter, prolonging the hug

“Bad day?” you wonder, it was always hard to tell, sure he would tell you and you could the agitation when he recounted the day at dinner, but when he got in he was always happy, tired, but happy, and made sure to never take any of those things out on you…merlin he was going to make the best dad wasn’t he?

“Just long” he kisses your temple before tucking his head right back in “Half way through I started to miss you so much, more than normal. All I wanted was to come home like something was…calling…me” his words slow, trailing off as his grip loosens

“Jamie?” you pull back, looking at his expression that was near certainly awestruck before following his eye line and realising

“Are you?” his hand slides from the small of your back to your stomach, eyes searching yours, so full of hope and supressed excitement, trying not to give them up

“Maybe” you confess, hand cupping his “I think I am but I wanted to wait and take the test with you” you tell him and if James’ love could increase, it did in that moment

“Thank you” he says earnest before a cheeky smile takes over his face and his hand moves down a little, squeezing your bladder gently

“Hey” you swat it away, legs crossing

“What?” he chuckles “Just helping your need to pee” he defends earning playful nudge

“No need. I already drank two glasses of water so I was ready well before you got here” you giggle, walking over to grab the test before the bathroom, realising James was following along like a little puppy behind you as you got to the door “Are you?” you ask pointing into the bathroom

He nods with no hesitation “Yup” he pops the ‘p’, gesturing for you to continue in and you do, hearing him close the door behind you as you lift the lid

“Can you hold this?” you hold the test out to him which he takes while you unbutton your trousers and get seated, not needing to ask as he hands it back

James then moves to perch himself on the edge of bathtub, still supressing his smile as he gives you the warmest look “You want me to look away?” he asks with a slight chuckle

You nod giggling “Sorry Jamie. I can’t pee with you watching” you admit, earning another chuckle before he turns his head away

"No worries my love"

After that you took the test, it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it be, and once you were done you covered the now wet end with the plastic lid

“Done?” James asks and when you hum he turns back, taking the test from you while you clean up, wash your hands before placing the lip back down to sit once more “How long does it take?” he wonders, moving to kneel in front of you, test placed on the bathroom mat beside him while his hands find your knees, rubbing gently

“Two minutes” you inform him “Not long but still feels…” you start, hands sliding over his

“Endless” he chuckles, head falling to press a lingering kiss to one of your hands

“You think it’s too soon?” you ask after a small silence, tugging your lip between your teeth as you let the one insecurity slip out, something about the anxiety of the wait, seems to cause it to do so

James’ head lifts, hands turning around to hold yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in a soothing motion “For some yeah” he admits “But for us” he lifts one and up and kisses it “Nah” he shakes his head

Your cheeks hurt from the smile, eyes watering “And you think we’re ready?” you have to confirm

He nods “Financially we’re more than fine. Space wise we have that big office we set up for me that I never use and would make a kick ass room for our kid. I mean it has a window seat along with stained glass flowers and everything” he gifts you the brightest smile, shifting closer so much his chest grazes your knees

“But are we…you and me I mean? It’s a really big change” you tell him, hand removing itself from his hand cupping the bump

His hand chases yours, engulfing it “Honestly?” he asks smiling warmly and you nod “I don’t know if anyone ever is, but I do know I will love you and that little baby with all of my heart” the hand still on your knee leaves it to cover his chest before reaching up to wipe the tear that falls from your cheek

“I love you” you sniffle, bending down to lean your forehead on his “So much”

He cups your cheek, bring you back so he can look at you “I know you might not be…but…”

“Me too” you admit and he lets out a thankful smile

He then leans in, capturing your lips in a long chaste kiss. When you pull back your eyes never leave the others

“You think” he cocks his head to the side ever so slightly

You bite your lip “Together?”

“Together”

He grants you one more kiss, and when you part you both look down, eyes honing in on the two lines

“Two means…” he’s already smiling, the overwhelming happiness more than apparent in his voice

“You’re gonna be a daddy” you turn back to him, smiling so wide, happy tears forming as yours and his hand on your stomach grows a little tighter but not too tight

“I’m gonna be a dad” he says a little in shock before grinning “I’m gonna be a dad!” He exclaims, welcoming you as you half jump from the toilet seat into his lap, straddling his lap as you hug him “I love you so much” he murmurs kissing your hair as his hand moves to hold the back of your head

“Love you more” you say back

He pulls back then, pinching your cheek sweetly as he scolds “Not possible love” his hand slides round to your stomach

Thank you for reading ♡

#robyns2kcelebration #james potter and reader #james potter and you #james potter and y/n #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james x reader #james and reader

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jojodelaguerras-wooden-stick · 12 days

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Some Christian Borle works that I hope vox fans will know about !!

I assume that there are many hazbin fans who are discovering CBorle or my tiktok has just been fueling this misunderstanding. Anyway, live laugh Christian Borle

Spamalot (OBC) - Historian/Prince Herbert/others

He is so funny in this, especially as Prince Herbert and not-dead-yet Fred. Being ragdolled and shaken around by the king as Prince Herbert or insulting Sir Robin with his tambourine as a minstrel

Legally Blonde (OBC) - Emmett Forrest

I know this is one of his most iconic roles but Emmett deserves more love literally the sweetest character and CBorle played as him so well. His "little miss woods comma Elle" AH and the little things that makes Emmett RAHHHHH

Some Like it Hot (OBC) - Joe/Josephine/Kip

Did you know that he does most of this show IN HEELS. Not only that, TAP DANCING IN HEELS like are you kidding. He also wrote some lines for the show! I love the whole show in general, it is so funny and so real in how they talk about identity and how you present yourself. I can write a whole essay but that'll be for another day. I love this show with all my heart

Little Shop of Horrors (2019 off-bway revival) - Orin/others

Speaking of heels, he too was in heels for this production, but much much less than SLiH. Still, the talent is there. Especially when he plays all the different characters, from a crazy dentist like Orin to Skip Snip. He is also super unhinged and likes to drag out his death as Orin to make the audience laugh. I recommend watching the tiny desk concert first if you are not familiar

Thoroughly Modern Millie (Replacement) - Jimmy Smith

There's not much for this show, just a video of him singing What do I need with love. I liked his singing in this and the small details he does during this song to show that Jimmy has fallen for Millie is cute

Mary Poppins (Replacement) - Bert

He may claim that he was the worst tap dancing Bert but he was still a champ for learning all that choreo and even going upside down in step in time. Another one with crumbs :" Gosh what I would give for a boot cuz rn its just the disney on Bway videos and jolly holiday. He did it with Laura Michelle Kelly :)

Me and My Girl (New York City Centre) - Bill Snibson

He did this show with Laura Michelle Kelly too :))) AND THE SHOW IS SO FUNNY it's so underrated and has very funny lines. Someone said that it was basically 2 hours of CBorle being silly. I also love his and Laura Michelle Kelly's dynamics as Bill and Sally. Speaking of this couple, Bill and Sally are literally as healthy as Emmett and Elle and i love that for them

Peter and the Starcatcher (OBC) - Blackstache

Literally my favourite show of his. His blackstache is so animated and silly I love him. And his agility sliding over the trunk and running around. His moments in Mermaid Outta Me ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ silly lil guy. Similarly to Orin, he likes to drag out his hand pain to make the audience laugh. AND HIS CURLS omg this era of CBorle hair is the best imo. And he won his first tony for it! That goes to show something about his portrayal of Captain Hook and how it needs more love !!!!!

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (OBC) - Willy Wonka

A lot of people seem to see this role as the role he went bald for. We joke about Borled Egg a lot but he brought such beautiful unhingeness to this role that really brought out the joy of this show.

Footloose (The Muny) - Director

He also directs! Though there is no boot for this production, he talks about his experience directing and working on the show in some interviews and a reunion zoom call. The cast talks about how he allows them to be free in their portrayal of the characters while giving advice and proper directions, especially since he was in Footloose for tour and bway. I would have loved to watch it since footloose is a show I like too. NaTasha Yvette Williams is also in this!

Anyway, he has done a lot more shows, he's been in the industry for nearly 30 years so he has a lot under his belt and I wish he wasn't just reduced to Vox's VA, Marvin or Shakespeare. He's a brilliant actor with impeccable comedic timing and seriousness. He's not a two-time Tony award winner for nothing!

#tbh i also didnt know a few until recently i just deep dived super hard #but watching these shows i love them so much not just CBorle but the whole cast #SLIH and Little shop and peter #theyre so good #me and my girl is rly funny for a musical from 1937 #christian borle #hazbin hotel vox #everytime i see a vox pfp ill be like U KBOW OF CHRISTIAN BORLE

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pan-ic-at-the-homehome · 2 years

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Ok so like hear me out Fundy biting the reader for no reason like yk how some people bite others theyre close to just because idk i just think its cute when they suddenly go ᶜʰᵒᵐᵖ on someones neck or shoulder or something and its not even sexual and yk Fundys a fox so hed probably have lil fangs and omg im down bad

Regarding the recent news, should I keep writing C!Techno as a romantic interest? I don't want to be disrespectful, but Techno content is basically what this blog runs on at this point and I have so many drafts for him, and I also just want to keep his memory alive as much as possible. I definitely won't be writing any smut for him even though all I write is the character but I'm not sure if I should keep on with romance stuff. Please let me know what you guys think.

May the madlad rest in peace.

I wrote the majority of this quite a while ago but only just recently felt the motivation to occupy my mind and start writing again. This was originally going to include a bit of nsfw but it felt weird including that with the stuff listed above. I might make another part with the nsfw if this gets enough love. Enjoy :]

Fundy Bites His S/O

-Ok so I did some research and apparently foxes don't actually have fangs???? It's actually just their canine teeth that get mistaken for fangs a lot??? -But they still have sharp teeth so I'm gonna say that Fundy has fang-like teeth in the area of fangs boom problem solved

-He's probably insecure about his teeth, specifically his fangs -I imagine he does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand when he smiles or laughs -So being able to see his teeth in general shows just how comfortable he is with you -Imagine the comfort level he's at when he willingly gives you a love bite

-Oneshot-

It's never a surprise when Fundy comes home tired and ready to pass out in your arms. Whether it be a run-in with his father, people overworking him, him overworking himself, or just being tired, you had grown to be ready to cuddle him soon as he got home. Even if he wasn't super tired, it's nice to cuddle with your lover so he never complains too much.

Today was one of the bad days for Fundy. Soon as he walked into the house you could tell. Ears down, tail practically tucked between his legs, eyes watery and ready to spill at any moment.

As much as you loved cuddling with him, you always hoped he'd come in lively and excited. You could handle going without cuddles if it meant he was happy, but the poor boy was anything but that at the moment and was in dire need of comfort.

You speed walked over to him as quickly as possible, gently putting a hand on his back and guiding him to your shared bedroom. You pulled a blanket aside just enough to fit the two of you and gently bring him to a laying position facing you and you wrap your arms around him.

You run a hand through his hair, "Do you want to talk about it baby?"

He lets out a soft whimper but nods his head nonetheless.

"Work?" He shakes his head. "A person in specific?" He hums. "Schlatt?" "no..." "Tubbo? Tommy?"

"Wilbur?" He whimpers again, the indication that you needed.

It was always awful when he bumped into Wilbur in one of his moods. Your words didn't have as much of an affect as Wilbur's words did no matter how much more true they were. All you could to was repeat constant validations and play with his hair until he fell asleep and he woke up in a better mindset.

He nuzzled into your neck, sighing in content as his tears seemed to calm down for the moment.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to watch a movie? I can help out with work if you w- Ow!" Fundy immediately recoiled as soon as the exclamation left you mouth, "Sorry!" The guilty look on his flushed face wasn't one you could possibly be upset at though.

You chuckled, "If you wanted me to shut up you could have just asked, but I'm not complaining. It didn't hurt, it was just surprising" You pull him back against your body and his ears perk up a bit. He bites down onto your shoulder again. Surprisingly there was very little pain as he tried to not break skin.

"You're so cute Fundy, you really deserve the world." You sigh out as you continue playing with his hair, his tail starting to wag softly.

He probably was too nervous until that day to bite you because from that day on, no matter his mood, he always tried to sneak up on you and bite your shoulder. In fact, catching you off guard usually brightened his mood so you couldn't be mad about it.

And every morning if he was awake before he thought you were awake he would bite your shoulder in an attempt to gently wake you up.

God you hated his father for what he's done, but man did he contribute into an amazing part of your relationship.

#fundy x you #fundy x y/n #fundy x reader #fundy dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp fanfic #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #technoblade

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leslie-lyman · 2 years

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Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 10 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: at the risk of spoiling things, SMUT; unprotected PIV; oral (f receiving); blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Pero having a pain kink; Pero having a lil bit of a breeding kink; ungodly amounts of fluff; one (1) instance of your author taking liberties with language history

word count: 7.3k

a/n: Here we are, folks. This is it. I’ll have more to say at the end of this chapter, and I’d strongly advise you to read all the way to the end. 😉 Also a reminder that going forward, I will only be tagging folks in my writing who have signed up via my official taglist form.

Extra major helpings of thanks and forehead kisses to @whataperfectwasteoftime for looking this over for me and for tolerating me tearing my hair out in her DMs over this chapter. ❤️❤️❤️

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

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Ten.

Panic seizes Tessa’s chest, robbing her of breath. A chorus of thoughts rise loud in her head, jumbled and half-formed -

He can’t have gone back

I’m late, I’m too late

So stupid, should have told him before I left

Too late too late too late

There’s no way to tell how old the footprints marking Pero’s path towards the woods might be, but after only a moment of paralysis, Tessa’s off like a shot.

He could have left hours ago, he could already be back in his own time and there would be nothing more that Tessa could do.

But she has to know for sure.

There’s no conscious moment of deciding - one second she isn’t running as fast as she can in the direction of the trees and the next second she is, never mind that it’s well below freezing with the snow coming down with an increasing vengeance. Never mind that she’s still dressed for air travel, in nothing more than jeans and a sweatshirt and cute little ankle boots that are definitely not meant to go trudging through more than half a foot of snow. Her coat’s still in the back seat of her car but she can’t stand to make even the smallest detour for it. Pero may be long gone, but if he isn’t, if there’s a chance she could still stop him and ask him to stay, who knows how long she has. Ten seconds to grab her coat could be the difference.

Pero’s footsteps get more difficult to follow once she hits the tree line, but her Gift is not called intuition for nothing. She can feel some sort of instinctual pull towards the Gate, or maybe it’s towards Pero, aided by the faint ghosts of memories of her childhood spent playing in these woods. She tries to yell Pero’s name, but the freezing air burns in her throat as she attempts to draw enough breath to keep moving as fast as she can.

An eternity somehow fits into the handful of minutes it takes her to make it to the small, perfectly round clearing where the two trees that make up the Gate stand. She’s never been this close to the Gate before, and certainly not when it’s been open. Apart from the slightly unnatural placement of the trees, there’s nothing that gives it away on sight. But it throbs with power, emitting a warped vibration Tessa cannot truly hear but rather feels deep in her bones. Something about it calls to her, as though its magic recognizes the kindred spirit of her Gift. But whatever being or force created the Gate was many times more powerful and ancient than the source of her Gift, and if she looks directly at it for more than a few seconds a vague sense of vertigo starts to make itself known at the edges of her vision.

What small amount of light was left in the day is almost completely gone, the snow on the ground doing little to reflect it back as fat flakes continue to fall. Tessa can’t tell if Pero’s footprints continue across the circle to the Gate. She takes two deep breaths, then opens her mouth to let out the scream she’s felt building since she walked in her front door to find her house cold and empty -

“I’m here, Tessa.”

Her head whips around at the sound of his voice so quickly she hears her neck crack. She squints through the snow and darkness and sure enough, sitting on a fallen log just outside the edge of the clearing, is Pero. Tessa has to make a hasty grab for the nearest tree to keep from collapsing in relief.

“Pero,” she croaks, her voice nothing more than a cracked whisper.

He stands and comes closer. He’s dressed in his original clothes, the hilts of his swords visible over his right shoulder. The only modern item on him is the thick wool coat he’s been using the past few weeks.

Even once he’s close enough to see his features his face is unreadable. Tessa likes to think she’s gotten fairly good at interpreting Pero’s expressions, having learned just how much this man can say without any words at all, but apart from the tightness at the corners of his mouth, it’s like he’s purposefully trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.

Seconds tick by without either of them saying anything. It’s like Tessa’s emotions are all laid out on a roulette wheel - panic, joy, despair, relief, exhaustion - that’s spinning too fast to figure out what she’s actually feeling at this moment. Then the little white ball falls from the track and sticks in the groove of one emotion in particular.

Anger.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?”

They’re both taken aback by how harshly the words leave her mouth. Pero takes a breath to respond, but Tessa doesn’t let him.

“I get home - knowing full well that today is the day, that the Gate is open - and you’re just gone? You were just - you were just going to leave me? After all of that, after everything, that’s how this ends?”

Tears unexpectedly clog her voice, making her rapidly lose all of her bite.

Pero shifts, his body restless, leaning first towards her, then away again, like he wants to close the distance between them but isn’t sure she’d welcome it.

She asks him the question again, voice now soft and full of sadness.

“What are you doing here, Pero?”

He looks down and away from her, and she can see his lips move but can’t make out what he says.

“What?”

“I thought it would be easier,” he snarls, meeting her eye again with an expression that is full of pain. “I thought it would be easier like this. To leave with a clean break, having made no promises to each other. To give you back your life, so that you could go and live it the way you deserve, with someone else who is…”

He trails off, and Tessa is genuinely bewildered.

“Who is…what, Pero?”

“Who is not me.” He shakes his head, holding up his hands when she tries to respond, the words feeling torn from his chest. “Tessa, I am not a good man. The things I have done in my life…I cannot be who you need me to be.”

“You are not the arbiter of my needs and who can fulfill them, Pero.”

“Tessa - ”

“No.” Tessa takes a step forward, balling her hands into fists. “No, you listen to me. If you want to go back - ” The possibility and all its ugly implications push to the forefront of her mind, all her fears and inadequacies rearing their awful heads and threatening to choke her. “If you want to go back to your own time, then I - I��ll respect that. But don’t you dare leave because you think that’s somehow doing right by me. And don’t you dare just walk away without a word, Pero. I am sick, god, I am so sick of the people I love leaving me without so much as a chance to say goodbye.”

Everything quiets. The wind, the trees, the odd thrum of the Gate, it all seems to pause, a shocked inhale and a holding of breath.

Pero’s lips part in surprise. Twin crescent moons form between his eyes as his brows furrow. His question is full of disbelief.

“What did you just say?”

This wasn’t how Tessa had planned on telling him, though to be fair, she hadn’t really had a plan for telling him at all.

“I said,” she has to swallow, and wills herself to look at Pero when she repeats it, no matter her trepidation at his reaction, “the people I love.”

The world around them stays hushed, unwilling to interrupt.

“I should have said something weeks ago. I should never have let things go this long without telling you how I feel and what I want. I’m so sorry for any role my silence played in making you doubt yourself.”

She moves a bit to her left as she talks, almost unthinkingly, and doesn’t have to look behind her to know that she’s managed to put herself between Pero and the Gate. Not that she has much hope of stopping him if he decides to muscle past her; he’s nearly twice her size, and she’s intimately acquainted enough with his strength to know she could never physically block him from going through the Gate if he really wanted to. But everything in her is screaming at her to do what she can to prevent him from quite literally walking out of her life forever, to feel like she has some semblance of control over the situation for the first time all day.

It’s nearly funny; for weeks Tessa has put off this conversation, and just yesterday she was struggling to rehearse what to say, but now the words come to her as naturally as breathing.

“This is a conversation you and I should have had long before now. I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward about it, but that is my own failing, not a reflection of my feelings or your worth. Which is ridiculous, when I think about it, because the truth is so simple that I’m ashamed I ever refused a single chance to tell you. The truth is that I love you, Pero Tovar, and I want you to stay.”

She’s proud that her voice doesn’t shake, for all her heart is in her throat. Pero’s face remains inscrutable. A muscle in his jaw twitches, his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, but he doesn’t say anything. He looks like he has no idea what to say.

But that’s fine, because now that she’s started speaking Tessa can’t seem to stop.

“Look, I won’t pretend that this world, that this time, is all sunshine compared to yours, that there aren’t still plenty of big, awful problems out there. War. Climate change. Inequality. Mitch McConnell. And I know that - that there’s so much that’s still new and unfamiliar to you, and that might be scary or intimidating, but I swear to you Pero, you would never have to face any of it alone.”

Please let that be enough. Please let me be enough.

Pero increasingly looks like he’s been hit over the head.

“So…what do you say?”

He doesn’t say anything, but she gets her answer when he suddenly closes the distance between them and crashes his lips to hers.

———

All his life, Pero has been chasing something. Each moment of his life has been spent in pursuit of the next one - the next job, the next meal, the next battle. All of it about first and foremost surviving, and then all of it leading to some sort of end, some hazy idea he’d had of an easier life, flush with coin, maybe a warm bed, a steady supply of meat and bread and ale.

He remembers what he had once said to William at the Great Wall:

After all the blood and cold and pain, with this black powder in our saddlebags, we win.

How small and silly that dream seems now compared to what is right in front of him.

I love you, Pero Tovar, and I want you to stay.

His knee-jerk reaction is disbelief, but he has a hard time hanging onto that feeling when he knows Tessa to be neither a liar nor a fool. The simplest explanation, after all, is usually the right one. And that means she’s telling the truth. All he has to do is accept it.

Moira had asked him what he would do if Tessa asked him to stay. He’d never given her a definitive answer because he hadn’t had one.

But he does now.

He crushes Tessa to him and kisses her with all the ferocity he possesses, a hiccuped sob of relief escaping her lips before he swallows it up. Her hands grab fistfuls of his jacket in an iron grip and she presses herself against him as though she couldn’t bear to have a single inch of space between them.

“Do you know how long I’ve been out here,” he gasps once they break for air, “just sitting and staring at those damn trees?”

“What?” She frowns. “Why were you - ”

“I thought that for once in my life I was going to do the right thing, instead of the selfish thing. I thought I could go back to my old life and hang onto the memory of you and have that be enough. Then I got here and saw the Gate and have been sitting on that log it feels like half the damn day trying to work up the will to walk through. But I could not.”

“Why?” It’s barely a whisper. Tessa knows, or she thinks she does, she’s nearly sure, she’s almost certain, but she has to hear him say it.

He leans down to kiss her once more, just a soft, chaste press of lips, but then he cups her face in his broad palms and the way he looks at her confirms everything even before he speaks.

“Because I knew if you asked me to stay I could not deny you. Because I do not truly want to go. And because, Tessa Walsh, I love you too.”

They’re alone in the woods. There is no one to overhear them. And yet Pero still murmurs the words, quiet but clear, like they are a gift meant for her ears alone.

The joy that spreads across her face is blinding. He drops his forehead against hers.

“I still meant what I said earlier, Tessa. I am not sure that I share your confidence in my worthiness. I don’t know what kind of life I can offer you. If I were to become a burden - ”

“You would never.” Her response is instant and certain. “Pero, the things happening in my life, my work, I don’t want to stop doing them. I just don’t want to do them alone. I want you there. You’ve seen so little of this world so far. Come see the rest of it with me.”

She releases her death grip on his coat to drape her arms around his neck.

“I have news for you,” she whispers in his ear like a secret. “I don’t know what the future looks like. I don’t know all that a life here, together, might hold for us. But what I do know is that I want more than anything to find out. Don’t you?”

His arms tighten their hold, then she feels him nod, the scruff of his cheek rough against her own.

“I fear that is still far more than a man like me deserves,” he says, one last voicing of his doubts. But there’s no strength behind it, and Tessa knows it.

“No, Pero, it isn’t. And I will spend every day for as long as you’ll give me convincing you of it.”

She pulls back just enough to be able to look at him. Snow clings to his hair, the moisture further encouraging it’s natural curl.

“We will need to get better at this whole communicating-our-feelings thing though, you and I,” she says with a small laugh.

A smile tugs at the corners of Pero’s mouth.

“We can practice.”

Any warmth generated by Tessa’s race to the clearing has long since dissipated, and as the accompanying adrenaline rush leaves her system the cold wraps its icy, gleeful fingers around her like prey caught in a net. There’s snow in her boots, her socks soaked through and her feet rapidly going numb. She burrows even closer to Pero, seeking his warmth, the combination of cold and relief making her start to shiver. The tremors start deep in her chest and rapidly spread until they’re the kind of full-body chills that usually come with the flu.

“Angel?” Pero prompts her, concerned, noticing for the first time how woefully underdressed she is for the weather.

“Cold,” she mumbles, face shoved against his jacket. “S-saw you were gone and I panicked and d-didn’t stop to grab m-my coat.”

Guilt floods him.

“I am so sorry, mi amor. I was trying to spare you distress, not cause it.”

Tessa peeks up at him.

“Say it again?”

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, the look in her eyes one of wonder and hope.

“No, I meant the part where you called me your love.”

Slowly, deliberately, he lowers his mouth to hers, dropping his voice low to murmur it against her lips.

“Mi amor.”

He hears her breath hitch, a shiver of an entirely different kind running down her spine. She rises up on her toes to kiss him again, and for a moment Pero is consumed with how much he never, ever wants to go so much as a day without kissing her ever again before being struck dumb by the realization that he doesn’t have to.

But the fact that Tessa is still shaking in his arms as snow continues to quietly fall around them makes him pull away. He may still have so much to learn about this world, but this right here is a problem he already knows how to solve.

He ducks down and in one fluid motion scoops Tessa up, chuckling at the way she squeaks and clings to his neck. He gives the shell of her ear a soft nip and an even softer kiss. He takes one last look at the pair of trees across the clearing, his expression solidifying into something determined, decided, defiant, then turns his back on the Gate.

“C’mon, angel mine, let’s go home.”

———

Pero wastes no time, carrying Tessa straight into her bathroom the moment he walks through the door. He perches her on the edge of the toilet and turns her shower on before starting to strip her of her wet clothes. When she’s fully bare and the glass panels of her shower are foggy with steam, he stands and makes to move away, but she reaches out and grips a handful of his shirt, as if suddenly afraid he’s going to leave.

He brushes his fingers across her cheek in a gesture of infinite tenderness.

“Go get under the water, Tessa. I’ll be just a moment behind you.”

Her little burst of anxiety fades and she steps into the shower, hissing as the hot water stings her freezing cold skin.

Pero strips and joins her, folding her once again into his arms and shielding her from most of the spray. He isn’t sure how long they stand there like that, just holding each other, hands tracing gentle patterns down spines, soaking in the comforting feeling of ribs expanding and chests rising and falling with every breath.

Eventually he reaches for the bottle of body wash perched on the shelf. Tessa stirs at the movement with a little noise of protest, blinking up at him like she’s come out of a trance.

“Shh, angel, it’s alright,” he hushes her. “Let me do something for you.”

He squeezes a generous amount of the soap into his palms and rubs them together to lather it up. Then he lifts Tessa’s left hand up to his right shoulder and starts to run his hands up and down her arm, spreading the suds, getting her clean.

They haven’t done this yet - showered together. In the past three weeks Pero and Tessa have had each other in nearly every corner of the house, on every surface, but this is something else entirely. Pero repeats his actions along her other arm, then across her shoulders, her collarbones, her neck. He pauses only briefly at her breasts, trailing his fingers around the edges of the soft mounds, flicking his thumbs just once over her nipples before he moves on.

When he reaches her belly button he sinks to his knees. Tessa lets her fingers play with the ends of his curls from where her hands still rest on his shoulders.

“I am sorry, you know,” he says, so quietly she almost doesn’t hear him over the water. “I do not ever wish to hurt you. This is new, for me. Giving a damn.” He looks up at her with a little smile, both self-deprecating and vulnerable.

Pero rubs the soap down each leg, lifting each of her feet in turn, leaving no inch of her unexplored, and there’s something so worshipful, so intimate in how he handles her.

“You’re doing just fine so far,” she tells him, cupping his jaw and nudging him to stand. She moves to return the favor, filling her palms with the sweet-smelling body wash. When she starts to move her hands over his chest, she can feel him tense, his breath going shallow. He carries so many scars, both physical and not. He is so sure of the kind of man he is, and he’s so wrong, Tessa can barely stand it.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Pero?”

She paints soapy lines down one of his arms, then the other.

“I see a man who had his whole world turned upside down and didn’t even flinch. I see a man who could have run from the start, who could have taken everything of value that very first day and bolted, but who instead trusted a stranger to help him. A man who treats my family with kindness and respect, who sits on the floor with my nephews and plays Legos.”

Tessa makes her way down his torso, letting the water wash away the soap before pressing her lips to every mark that dots his skin in between words.

“I see a man who cares for me, who protects me, who supports me. Who was willing to sacrifice his own desires because he thought he was doing the right thing for me.”

She kneels down to turn her attention to his legs, running her hands over his hips, his glutes, his thighs.

“I want this man.” She nips at the skin just under his hip bone and sees his stomach clench in response.

“I need this man.” How long has it been, she wonders, since someone touched him like this, gently, reverently? Has anyone ever cared for him like this?

“I love this man,” she says, finally leaning in with the intention of nuzzling his cock, half-hard at the sight of her kneeling at his feet, but Pero doesn’t let her. He pulls her up with a hand around the nape of her neck before slotting his lips over her with a growl. He kisses her like he has to, like he needs it the way he needs air, pouring love into her mouth with every swipe of his tongue and every hint of his teeth along her bottom lip.

The now-full, impressive length of him presses against her stomach and Tessa tries to hitch a knee up around his hip to pull him closer.

“Pero, please - ”

He reaches around her to shut the water off.

“Not here,” he rumbles, chest heaving. “Not here - in y- in our bed.”

He wraps her in her fluffiest towel so she doesn’t freeze all over again, then insists on carrying her the eight feet to the bed.

She’s warm and wet from the shower, and the sound she makes when he slides inside her is nearly enough to finish him off right then. He holds himself over her, pressing as much of his weight as he dares down on her, reveling in the feeling of her beneath him, soft and willing and his.

“Gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to ghost his lips over her cheek.

“Courageous girl.” A kiss to her temple.

“Brilliant girl.” A kiss under her jaw.

“Pero,” she breathes, shifting her hips as much as she’s able, a silent plea for him to start moving. He chuckles.

“Impatient girl.” A pass of his tongue over her pulse beneath her ear.

“Stubborn girl.” He moves, not a full thrust, but a slow grind of his hips as deep as he can that pulls a whine from Tessa’s throat.

“Mine,” he rasps, the word full of awe, like he’s really beginning to believe it.

“Yours,” Tessa agrees without hesitation. “Yours, Pero.”

He starts slowly, a languid, lazy pace he matches with deep kisses and long strokes of his tongue against hers. He savors it in a way he hasn’t before, the slow drag of his cock inside her almost more intense than if he’d set a much more frantic tempo. Perhaps it’s because there’s no hiding anything from each other anymore, the way he knows each sound and sensation is layered with trust and love and adoration, and as he thinks about how he has this, he has her, and that he may very well not ever have to give this up, he realizes he’s going to come just like this.

Not without Tessa, though.

He worms a hand between them to pet at her clit and soon enough she starts to tighten around him, her breathy little cries of oh, yes, Pero getting louder and louder.

“That’s it, mi amor,” he groans, “come on my cock and show me you’re mine, there you go, that’s it - ”

Her body curls upwards into him and she muffles her scream into his shoulder as he follows her quickly over the edge.

When they’ve both come down from it he eases his cock from her body, carefully pushing himself up off the bed and down to the floor.

Tessa makes a questioning noise, still trying to catch her breath. He runs a soothing hand along her thigh before coaxing her legs apart to better admire the view of his spend starting to drip from the folds of her cunt, a possessiveness he’s been keeping at bay until now unfurling inside him like a newly awoken tiger.

“Pero, please,” she begs, squirming under his gaze. “Touch me, I want to feel you again - ”

“Patience, angel,” he murmurs, “we have time now, after all.” He drags his nose up the seam of her inner thigh before placing the lightest of kisses against her clit.

“And I intend to take it.”

———

It’s after midnight when Tessa finally falls asleep against him, sated and exhausted. She lies with her head pillowed on his chest, her body half on top of his. Pero can feel sleep tugging at him too, but he fights it in favor of another minute of admiring the way she looks in the dim moonlight, her expression perfectly happy and content even as she rests.

Let’s go home, he’d said earlier. And at the time, he’d meant this house.

But last night when he’d been here alone it had been cold and lifeless and empty, and Pero knows that home is not this place. It is not this house, or this town, or even this time.

It’s her.

———

They do a fair amount of talking over the next few days, sketching out their wants and hopes and ideas for the future.

“You should talk to Amie after they get back from visiting Thom’s parents,” Tessa had suggested the morning after the solstice. “Finding permanent, year-round help at the farm is difficult, especially someone she doesn’t need to worry about keeping her Gift a secret from. She’s been talking about expanding the farm to include flowers and other plants, but she needs another reliable set of hands to help manage it, if you’re interested.”

Pero admits he finds the notion intriguing. A chance to work out in the open air, using his hands and his strength to build and grow things, rather than destroy them. An opportunity to find a new kind of purpose, a new kind of way to provide for himself and those he loves.

He hasn’t let go of all his self-doubts, a process he knows will take longer than a handful of days, but just being open with Tessa about how he feels and talking through the possibilities their future could look like together goes a long way towards banishing them. Every day he finds himself believing in Tessa’s unwavering conviction that he is a good man, that he deserves to be here, to be happy, to be loved, a little more. He cannot change the things he’s done in the past, but he also doesn’t have to be that man anymore.

For the first time in his life Pero’s future is one full of hope, and he decides to embrace it with everything he is.

———

Three days after the solstice, on Christmas Eve, the weather turns colder than it’s been all season, bitterly so, the wind howling through the trees and rattling the windows. Tessa and Pero finish putting away the leftovers from their dinner (a winter squash and spinach pasta bake Tessa had chosen in part because it’s lengthy baking time is exactly the same as the runtime of The Muppet Christmas Carol) when Tessa turns to him with a wicked glint in her eye.

She makes Pero move the coffee table out of the way while she tracks down every sheet and blanket and pillow she possesses and arranges them in front of the fireplace. When she beckons him to join her in the cozy little nest he goes eagerly, pulling her close so that they’re lying on their sides facing each other. Tessa tucks her head under his chin and Pero marvels at how perfectly she fits against him, snuggled into the protective circle of his arms.

They stay like that for a little while, the only sounds the wind outside and the crackle of the fire nearby. Pero strokes a hand through Tessa’s hair, admiring how the light from the flames brings out the warm golden tones in each strand.

She shifts against him, slowly sliding a leg up over his hip. They’ve barely gotten out of bed since the solstice, but one lazy grind of Tessa’s hips against the outline of his cock has him ravenous for her as if he hadn’t had her in weeks.

“Again, angel?” He hums, teasing her. But her answer is sincere and full of need.

“Always.”

He tilts her chin up to kiss her and it only takes a moment for it to go from sweet to hungry, each of them tugging at the other’s clothes until they’re both bare.

Pero kisses his way down her body, taking his time to pay attention to her neck, her breasts, her tummy, leaving behind little bruises and bites as he does so, lovingly marking her up so that there is no question who she belongs to.

He’s saying something, barely-there words breathed into her skin between each kiss and suck and bite, the same phrase over and over and over again, and Tessa’s heart flips over when she realizes that she recognizes it, a piece of language that has survived a thousand years:

Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.

He finally makes it to her core, spreading her thighs apart. He glances up at her to make sure she’s watching when he ducks down to lap up the slick already leaking from her folds.

Pero is many things, including a remarkably fast learner. Over the past three weeks he’s taken to eating Tessa out like a duck to water, eagerly exploring and cataloging all the ways he can make her fall apart. He circles her clit with his tongue as he works two fingers inside her, rapidly building her up to her first climax of the evening.

There’s so many sensations - the delicious stroke of Pero’s tongue, the stretch of his fingers, the soft blanket below her, the heat of the fire - but all of them are soaked in the overwhelming joy she feels that Pero is here, and he’s hers, and he loves her and oh god she loves him too and she isn’t sure if it makes her want to laugh or cry or grin or scream his name -

She watches as he closes his eyes in bliss at her taste, his hips rutting against the blankets to try and find relief. His fingers are so much thicker than her own and he curls them forward, pushing her closer and closer to her peak. He stretches his free hand up her belly towards her breasts; she grabs for it and he instantly twists his wrist to intertwine their fingers.

“Just like that, Pero,” she gasps, though she knows she doesn’t have to tell him. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me fucking come - ”

Another flick of his tongue and Tessa’s gone, grinding her cunt against his mouth and sobbing his name.

He slides his fingers from her and immediately raises them to his mouth to lick them clean, but when he crawls back up her body Tessa surprises him, hooking an ankle around the back of his knee and urging him onto his back.

“Going to ride me, mi amor?” He asks, and she nods, reaching behind her to grasp the thick length of his cock. She’s so wet she sinks down on him in one smooth motion, barely stopping to let her body adjust before starting to circle her hips.

It may be below zero outside, but Tessa’s body soon glistens with sweat, the firelight making her seem to glow. She’s so beautiful above him that Pero can hardly do more than watch, enthralled. He reaches up to fill his hands with her breasts and she arches forward with a moan when he squeezes and kneads and tugs at her nipples. He then lowers one hand to find her clit, determined to make her come again.

Tessa digs her nails into his chest, the sharp little bite of pain only egging him on and if he were still capable of complex speech he’d tell her to press harder, to leave marks, that he’d gladly bleed for her and proudly wear a hundred new scars if she were the one who carved them. That he is hers just as much as she is his.

But all he manages to say is “that’s it, angel, take it, whatever you need, take it, it’s yours, I’m yours, oh fuck - ”

A final grind of her hips over his and she’s coming, collapsing against his chest as she shakes apart in his arms.

He swipes his thumb over her clit in soft little strokes until the walls of her pussy stop pulsing around him and she weakly nudges his hand away. He gently lays her down and she blinks up at him as she comes back to herself.

“How do you want me?” She asks, and to hear her so submissive now after riding him nearly to the brink of his own climax makes him shiver in pleasure. He nudges her onto her belly and hears her give a contented little sigh.

“Like this, angel.”

She lets him manipulate her body until it’s just how he knows they both like, with her on her knees and her head pillowed on her forearms.

Pero lines himself up and slowly pushes into her. He doesn’t miss the way her breath hitches when he breaches her entrance, her poor pussy swollen and tender and it fills him with a perverse sense of pride.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?”

“I will,” Tessa assures him, “but you can be rough, Pero. I want you to be rough. I want to feel it even when you’re not inside me - ”

He bares his teeth and pulls her hips back against him, quickly working up to a brutal pace that makes Tessa cry out and fist her hands in the blankets beneath her. He can’t see the little outline of the implant in her arm from this angle, and he lets himself fall into a fantasy where it doesn’t exist. They haven’t talked about this aspect of their future yet, but once the thought of fucking Tessa without any method of preventing pregnancy takes hold he can’t shake it. He’d never felt much desire for such a thing in the past, but the idea of seeing Tessa bear his children makes his gut clench with arousal that burns white-hot. Would she want that, he wonders? Would she let him claim her in that way, fuck her full until it takes, make her round with his child -

He digs his fingers into her flesh as he pulls her back flush against his chest, suddenly desperate to feel all of her against him. He holds her to him as his cock punches up into the wet clutch of her cunt. Slick runs down his shaft to soak the curls at the base, each thrust pulling a gorgeous little sound from Tessa’s throat.

She reaches an arm up to bury her fingers in Pero’s hair, turning her head to the side so he can capture her lips in an inelegant kiss.

“I - fuck - I l-love you, Pero,” she pants into his mouth.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers back, the words the prayer of a humbled man on his knees before the woman who holds his heart.

He starts to feel the tell-tale spark of his orgasm in his groin.

“Can you come again? Just one more, Tessa, let me feel it,” he begs, and she reaches to rub at her clit with a high-pitched mhm.

He somehow holds on for the minute it takes her to work herself up to a third climax, but as she squeezes his cock he lets go with a roar, filling her with his cum until he’s completely spent.

Tessa is still shaking with aftershocks when he lowers them both back down to the blankets, his softening cock slipping from her body and smearing their combined release across her thighs. He turns both of them on their sides and just holds her, curling his much larger frame around hers and pressing his lips just below her ear.

When she feels like she can breathe again, Tessa slowly turns and props herself up on one elbow. She nuzzles her nose against his jaw in a gesture of pure affection.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water,” she murmurs. “You want anything?”

Pero attempts a look of nonchalant curiosity.

“If I’m not mistaken, I remember you telling me about a certain tradition involving milk and cookies on Christmas Eve?”

Tessa falls against him with a giggle, craning her neck to look up at him with an amused shake of her head.

“You are insatiable, Pero Tovar.”

He grins and brushes a hand over her breast, enjoying the way her nipple instantly hardens against his palm.

“Only for some things, mi amor. Only for some things.”

———

Christmas Day dawns with gray skies that nearly match the thick layer of snow on the ground. Tessa wakes slowly, blinking up from where she’s laying on her side to see that the fire has long since burned itself out. Another source of heat lies curled around her, keeping her warm instead.

She twists in Pero’s arms to face him to find him already awake, gazing down at her in a way that makes her heart feel like it grows three sizes.

“Merry Christmas, Pero,” she murmurs, and his mouth twitches with the beginnings of a self-satisfied smirk when he hears how her voice is still a little raspy from overuse the night before.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

He meets her lips in a good morning kiss, but a thought occurs to her and he doesn’t miss the frown that crosses her features.

“What is it?”

“It’s silly,” she says, shaking her head, “but I was just thinking - I don’t have a Christmas present to give you.”

Pero looks utterly bewildered for a moment. Then he breaks into the broadest grin she’s ever seen and rolls himself on top of her. He dots her face and neck with kisses as he shakes with laughter.

“Is that really what you think? That after all this, you are empty-handed?”

Tessa can’t help the way she squirms underneath him, reveling in the feel of his weight on top of her, even as she scrunches her nose in an attempt to muster some consternation.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbles. “It would have been nice to have something tangible for you, something for you to unwrap for your first modern Christmas.”

“I think you gave me something to unwrap last night, no?” He replies, arching one eyebrow suggestively at her. Tessa lets out an amused little huff.

“I have had so little in my life,” Pero tells her, his tone more serious. “So little I could call my own. But now…” Pero trails his fingertips down the curve of her hip, admiring the way his touch raises goosebumps across her skin. “How my fortunes have changed.”

He presses a soft kiss between her brows before dragging his nose along hers.

“Tessa, you have given me everything. No object wrapped up with a pretty bow could ever compare.”

Her expression softens, and she lifts her head to meet his lips. They spend the next few moments trading gentle kiss for gentle kiss before Pero pulls away.

“Although,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “now that you mention it, I actually have something for you.”

Tessa cocks her head to the side in bemused confusion.

“Really?”

Pero nods, and after a quick kiss to her hair he stands and disappears back into her bedroom.

“Perhaps it’s not truly a gift,” he says when he returns, “because it isn’t truly mine to give, but…”

He kneels down beside her and hands her the pendant, the wood and metal cool in her palm.

Tessa looks at him quizzically.

“It belongs to a witch,” he says simply. “I cannot find the humility to regret taking it in the first place. Not when it brought me to you. But as it happens, I have no further use for it.” He cups her chin and looks her in the eye so there is no mistaking his sincerity. “And I never will.”

He folds his other hand around hers and closes her fingers around the necklace. It’s suddenly very difficult for Tessa to see him through the tears in her eyes.

What can she possibly say to him in this moment? How can she ever convey what it means to her to have him allay the little fear that still lives deep in her heart that he might one day change his mind? How can she explain that I love you is far, far too small a phrase to encompass what she feels for him?

But the endless warmth in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips tell her that she doesn’t need to.

I know. I know, and I feel the same.

Pero’s stomach rumbles and they both laugh, the serious weight of the moment lifted. Tessa grins, and asks him a question she knows she will be happy to ask him over and over for the rest of their lives.

“You hungry?”

———

A few minutes later, Tessa and Pero stand in her kitchen, having barely bothered to put on clothing, and wait for her waffle iron to heat up. The sun breaks through the clouds and bounces off the snow that still blankets everything outside, filling the room with warm, brilliant light. Pero pulls Tessa into his arms and kisses her, soft and slow, just because he can, just because he wants to, and it tastes like love. Like a promise. Like the future.

Like magic.

[fin.]

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a/n:

To every person who read, liked, reblogged, commented on, or sent me a DM or ask about this story: thank you. To everyone who supported and encouraged me as I wrote this, I am more grateful than I can ever say.

This fic would not have happened without the love and support of this fandom community, and in particular:

@ezrasbirdie - Birdie, the moment you hopped into my DMs to tell me you liked this fic, when I was only maybe two chapters into it, I literally made a noise so loud my husband rushed into the room to make sure I was okay. I cannot believe I’m so lucky that I get to call you my friend. Thank you for always letting me ramble about this fic and all my other WIPs at you. ❤️

@honestly-shite - Maia, I think I remember you telling me that this was the first lengthy Pero fic you’d read??? And I’m so honored that you decided to take a chance on this story. AND THEN you went and created the MOST INCREDIBLE ART of my babies and I will never be able to capture in words how much I love that art and how much it means to me. Plus the art of Pero in a leather jacket??? I’m gonna work that in somewhere in this universe at some point, I swear. 💝

@jazzelsaur & @radiowallet - Jess & Cat, thank you for being two of the best friends a girl could possibly ask for, and two of the biggest cheerleaders of this fic. Your support and encouragement and love got me through writing this story and frequently just get me through the damn day. 💜🖤

@whataperfectwasteoftime - Penny, I cannot tell you how much I look always forward to our now near-daily chats. Please never ever stop yelling at me about Marcus Pike. Or Dave York. Or literally anything and anyone. And thank you for letting me yell back about Pero and Tessa and all sorts of things. 💖

@oonajaeadira - Adira, my Pero sister. Your reblogs of this story make my whole freaking day every single time. Thank you for talking me off the ledge when I was having such anxiety about landing this unwieldy plane, and reassuring me that, duh, of course I could do this. You had faith in me when I did not have faith in myself and I am forever grateful. 🧡

@iamskyereads @green-socks @lowlights - Skye, Sam, Laura: the asks and thoughts and inspo and comments y’all sent me kept me going on this story. Obsessing over this man and his scar and his scowl and his everything else with you guys gave me writing motivation out the wazoo even on days when I’d been feeling stuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 💙💚💛

Finally, an extra special thank you to my husband, for always being my #1 fan, for beta-ing every word I publish, for accepting and tolerating my Pedro hyperfixation with good humor, for cheering me on every step of the way in everything that I do, and for just being my person. I love you. 💘

Now, with all that out of the way…

I also have some good news: I am not done writing about Pero and Tessa.

✨Announcing The House I Will Live In, the Stranger At My Gate sequel!✨

Join me for a look into Pero and Tessa’s lives after Pero decides to stay. I do not plan for this to be a full-length, plot-heavy fic, but rather more of a multi-part, super-extended, relaxed fit-ish epilogue to SAMG.

More fluff.

More smut.

More magic.

(And more Moira.)

Coming soon.

❤️

#pero tovar x ofc #pero tovar fanfiction #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Pero Tovar #the great wall fic

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